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blame it on the snowdrops

snowdrops by the side of the road

It was the snowdrops in the park that did it in the end.

Caused the tears.

You see I remembered the ones springing into life in my graveyard. The graveyard I walked through day after bleak day. The graveyard I walked through so many times the gravestones became as familiar as friends.

I remembered the snowdrops growing and me mourning as I realised I would not seem them bloom. I felt the grief all over again. Of what I had left behind.

Caught up with the move, I had buried the emotions felt in those final days before I packed up my life again. Lost in amongst the excitement and opportunities of the new. But it was waiting.

Waiting for the snowdrops.

Photo by Max Conrad on Unsplash

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