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I've mourned family and friends,

old schoolmates.

I've mourned opportunity lost

and change.

I've cried, reminisced,

laughed at the same story.

The one I knew,

the one they told me.

But the loss I felt after

leaving.

When you lose someone

you miss them first.

A grandmother's laugh,

a schoolmate's smile.

But the what fades,

until you're left with their absence.

You stop remembering them.

You only feel where they used to be.

I saw a knitted hat

and wanted to call my aunt.

The one we lost young,

the why we wear pink.

As a groom, frightened in a room full of my friends,

I needed my father's advice,

and found silence.

The past, when they were still around,

becomes their only reality.

But she took a future,

a whispered promise,

a joke with a careful smile,

dreams and wants kissed out.

Maybe love does take

a part of your heart.

Somehow you are finite.

And when the person you love,

you promised, dies.

May they take more

than you had to give.

And you don't just mourn them.

They didn't take a part.

They took more than you had to give.

Emptied, blank, you've to find a way to live.