This is not a poem, this is not a love song

Grief sits like a rock in my heart
This rock is made of molten lava, it certainly feels that way
This red hot lava rock is burning burning burning
The tears fall down my cheeks

I imagine the lava rock searing a hole straight through my heart
Then out of my chest, plopping out and landing on my keyboard

Grief, they say, is only lessened with time
I am staring down the long dark road ahead
Squaring my shoulders and taking steps
Letting myself feel all of it

I walk down this road leaving a trail of red hot rocks behind



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