“In the Quiet”
Grief doesn’t always scream—
sometimes, it sits quietly
in your favorite chair,
breathing memories into the air.
It follows you into grocery aisles,
sings the song they loved
when you least expect it.
But somehow,
in the quiet ache,
you find pieces of their presence
tucked into everything.
You realize love never leaves—
it just learns to whisper.
Grief doesn’t always scream—
sometimes, it sits quietly
in your favorite chair,
breathing memories into the air.
It follows you into grocery aisles,
sings the song they loved
when you least expect it.
But somehow,
in the quiet ache,
you find pieces of their presence
tucked into everything.
You realize love never leaves—
it just learns to whisper.
“In the Quiet”💔😥
Grief doesn’t always scream—
sometimes, it sits quietly
in your favorite chair,
breathing memories into the air.
It follows you into grocery aisles,
sings the song they loved
when you least expect it.
But somehow,
in the quiet ache,
you find pieces of their presence
tucked into everything.
You realize love never leaves—
it just learns to whisper.
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