Grief and Consolation || Love is the Potion

One grows accustomed to grief

as to pain.

The limp becomes less pronounced

since the day of injury.

It is no longer noticed as often

nor does it impede as completely

as it once did.

At times the ache will bring tears again.

Sometimes a flood.

But the shock of the first anguish is faded.

I know how this feels.

I will always know how this feels.