Grief

I've lost a daughter.

She walked away

one day

without ever looking back.

This was inevitable,

its inception countless years ago.

And while she waited

for the perfect time

to carry out her plan,

the perfect moment to be free,

she sat and hoped

the unacceptable,

the intolerable word or phrase

would one day appear

and sweep her

away,

relieving her

of having to invent or

find a way.

And so it happened.

I ventured way too far into the truth

and spoke the unacceptable,

the intolerable.

It hovered in the air and then

exploded in a sudden

burst of tears.

It pushed against my heart

as sudden fear began

to travel cross

the room,

enveloping our beings 'til

we sat in utter silence

knowing

this was it,

the time when unacceptable,

the time when the intolerable was here.

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