Birther of change

Grief is a birther of change

I loved hosting parties

Loved reaching out to friends and family

Now I don’t pick up the phone

I forget to text back

I cherish my company above anyone else’s

I’m holding my breath for that day

When the ones I love will grow tired

Tired of my slow, jagged responses

My heart is willing but I remain frozen

Something has changed

He’s been gone for a year

But I was grieving long before that

Grief sucked up all the oxygen and left a void

Grief is a birther of change

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