Good Grief from Haunted Painting by Sad13

Every word you say is lost on me. Cloistered in an echo of eight weeks, avoiding answers. I picked up this time. Should I move back to our city though you don’t want me to see? You want the best for me. What gets the best of me yet: a prophetic fortune.

You gotta understand, I’m taking a loss best I can but nothing else is that important to me. Hiding from the sun as you’re falling asleep. None of it is that important without you.

Every word you say I’m writing down just to keep a record if you don’t repeat them. Repeat what’s lost to sound, remember crying through your clean shirt. Now I can’t work in the city or else I walk past our block and someone else’s home. That hurts, but I know: your love was the fortress.

You gotta understand I’m taking a loss best I can but nothing else is that important to me. It’s been a couple years. Anytime I make a big sound, that’s when I feel you. Nothing else is that important to me. Standing in the sun like you wanted to see. All of this was so important to you and to me. Good grief.

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