Grief

He remembers how grief

enveloped his mind,

went burrowing in with a tear;

went digging in

to the center of his sight 

and stayed there.

A blot. An obstruction.

Permanent.

He didn’t notice it shrink,

not at first,

but rather felt the tweak

at the corner of his lip,

twitch, twitch,

until it slipped

into, unintentionally,

a smile.

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