If Only You Could Plan Grief

If Only You Could Plan Grief

If only you could set a day

Or a time each day

Where you will just feel a bit rotten

The world will just be a bit too much

And you can go and hide under your duvet

The world will just stop

Just to let you grieve

To cry

To be still

To miss

And to have some time

But you can’t

It’s like one final twist of the blade in your heart

Nothing can prepare

Nothing can warn you

You are fine

Everything is fine

As fine as you can be

And then grief comes along it climbs in your lap

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