Edna St Vincent Millay Gets It

I found this poem today and it reflects my mood right now. It’s not an everyday thing as other days I am a little more upbeat. But anyway…she captures that hideous feeling of knowing you can’t run from grief. It bloody finds you wherever you are.
 
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied   
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!   
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;   
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,   
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;   
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.   
There are a hundred places where I fear   
To go,—so with his memory they brim.   
And entering with relief some quiet place   
Where never fell his foot or shone his face   
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”   
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

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