Aspect of Loss

Can it be that after a while
When love goes on but the beloved has gone
Grief can seem to be gently laid down by invisible hands
Then ripple up again into unpredictable folds
Opening up and twisting again in the unseen wind that keeps it alive
Like a silky fabric in a sudden gust
Like memories that come unbidden?

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