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Grief never arrived the way I thought it would. It wasn't the funeral. It wasn't the condolences. It wasn't the flowers.

It was standing in a grocery store, reaching for things that no longer needed to be bought.

Some losses don't break you all at once.

They return in ordinary places and finish what they started.

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I used to think grief showed up on anniversaries. The birthday. The holidays. The dates you circle on a calendar and brace yourself for.

But sometimes those days pass quietly.

It's the day after that catches you off guard.When everyone else moves on. When there are no expectations to be sad. When the distraction is gone and you're left alone with the reality that someone is still missing.

I wrote this because grief rarely arrives when we expect it to.

Sometimes it waits until the room is empty

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The moon symbolises the private self when the world is quiet, while the cracked mirror represents the parts of identity we slowly stop recognising over time

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The crow symbolises endurance, memory and silent suffering, reinforcing the idea that pain can remain long after visible scars fade.

The cracked porcelain represents a person who continues to exist despite being emotionally fractured.

The anatomical heart pierced by a knife visually conveys how survival itself feels painful and incomplete.

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the cruelest punishment is not pain or loss or even death. it is waiting.

i have hated waiting with every part of me. it leaves my skin crawling,my chest hollow.

but hate does not stop it. grief does not stop it. i still find myself - every day - sitting in this same chair,watching the same door, waiting for you, as if one day -

the universe might take pity and give you back.