The Still of Grief

In the still of grief
Time moves strangely,
Cruelly away from
The last breath,
The last moment shared
unforgiving
Unrelenting
In its finality.
It is like swimming in shallows
While experiencing depths
One half of a choreographed routine
Meant for two;

danced by one

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