Grief is a slow drip.
People deal with it differently.
What am I supposed to say…
when asked “how are you doing?”
My standard reply is “good.”
I know I’ll get by.
The sun will shine again tomorrow.
I choose to believe that’s true.
But for now, grief feels like a slow drip.
©2022 Angel K Will
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