Absence of visible wounds
is not absence of pain,
I think that knowledge
may be seeping through.

We are healing ourselves,
I see the tears you try to hide,
my tears waiting to be shed
I try hard to conceal.

The pain of grief tortures you
and I am powerless to help
and often consumed by mine.
It still feels raw.

We walk this path together,
with no map to guide us,
I know we love each other,
underneath it all.

Copyright @2020 Lily Lawson

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