A Hair’s Breath – A Poem

A Hair’s Breath

I found a piece of you today, a tiny wisp of nothing that made me cry.

Funny how our grief never leaves us.

It lurks just below the surface, waiting to wrap its cold fingers around our throat.

Now I sit here strangled and rendered immobile by a tiny wisp of  nothing.

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