The Puzzle of Grief

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Who am I?
I don't recognize this person staring back at me with eyes like shattered glass.
Her mouth is upside down and her heart is broken.



Who is this stranger?
It's not me.
It can't be me... 

but her head moves when I do,
her hand reaches for the hand in the looking glass,
but she can't be me.



This person is missing a piece of the puzzle,
a part that makes her whole.
Water falls from her eyes, and her shoulders are shaking violently.



She falls to the ground and I reach out to grab her,
to help her up,
but I can't reach her.



My eyes widen and more tears fall down as I recognize the truth....
The person in the mirror is me
and the piece of the puzzle missing is you.

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