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Losing Love
He placed his lips upon her hand
The warmth was slowly fading
His life was changing before his eyes
No chance for hope or waiting
His dearest friend and closest love
was slipping from this world
He knew that he’d be okay now
But then grief would be unfurled.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
It’s difficult to lose a loved one and you’ve captured that unbearable moment at the end so acutely.
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Yes, sometimes experience is not preferred!
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Beautiful poem and effortless rhyme!
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Thank you
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The unfurling of grief can be overwhelming. This is moving and lovely my friend! So glad you joined us at the Muse Christine!
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Thank You Carrie!
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Oh yes, and such grief as he could never have imagined.
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😪
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Enjoying those last moments they had together was the most important ❤
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yes…❤️
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So touching. It reminds me of my father when he last held my mother’s hands.
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Yes, it is a moment you wish you could freeze
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Heartbreaking.
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“grief would be unfurled” – well put.
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a heartfelt piece ❤
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They’ll meet again in another place, hopefully.
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*sniff* 😦
poignant, Christine!
~David
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Tender and sad Christine.
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Heart-rending
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So poignant. I am leaking tears – guess I’m a softy….
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I can feel his pain.
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Deeply touching…. 🙏🤍
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