The mourning of my mourning

You have concluded that your heart is done mourning. Because you’ve processed and reflected and cried and accepted to death, so you sit waiting for the wave to pass.

But it doesn’t.

It returns over and over, drowning you under it in one gulp, then it spits you out with more tears and reflections and processing and accepting.

You watch in awe as your mourning mourns.

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