When you lose something you cannot replace.

The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Someone I loved once gave me

a box full of darkness. 

It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.

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I need a warm hug. Do you need one too?

: 23rd February 2012.

: 04.35 p.m.

: Plymouth, U.K.

: I called my grandma, for the very first time since that day.