I am grief

You've always known me
But never spoke my name
I was there when you
Stole the pear and were scolded for it.

Loss of innocence

Constant companion
Not often a friend
How else would you know
When to take to the road?

Loss of home

Hillsides and backyards
Over the sea
Walking beside
Though never really seen

Loss of companionship

Stone cold depths of
Silent nights seem
Quiet without voices
Emotions run deep

Loss of me

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