Fine Lines of Sorrow

Grief has no timeline.
Just time and lines
Of memories
Stalking me.
While I seem fine,
Fine lines define
What’s missing.
And quite insidiously,
Grief creeps, a vine
That takes time to wind
Up in me
And surprise me
Every time.
It has no point.
Just lines
And lines
Of the tears I tend
To weep.

Kisha GreatJoy Spencer

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