I keep glancing across
the street at my neighbor’s house, where she is no longer living, because she
died suddenly, as we found out yesterday, suddenly, and I cried on the porch
next door to hers with her daughter and son-out-law and another friend, thinking
it’s a lie it’s a lie it’s a lie it’s a . . .
I'm hoping this is a lie, but sensing it may not be... if it's not one, I'm sorry (as in "Condolences").
ReplyDeleteYes. Me too.
DeleteWhy does the repetition of words so closely match the process of grief?
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