Grace Heriegel

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The sofa is bustling with bodies.

There’s the chair to the side

where my Grandma sits

but not you,

–

not the chair in the corner

that lies bare

and empty.

–

Curved to you as you sat in comfort.

The clock ticks and years pass

but still it’s moulded for you.

–

Your widow sits beside

and I fear the day

her chair will be empty too.

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You would play with me as a child

and tickle me as I walked past,

always running and escaping your reach.

–

When I heard the news,

I wasn’t fazed.

The positivity of a child

made the grieving so easy.

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Now I wish I could run into your arms

instead of away from them.

I wouldn’t escape your touch now.

©GraceIsobelle, 2024