A face haunting of dream states, of waking states, and for weeks far too many. All these emotions, enforced by images seared in deep. These will never leave me. At times some small reminder, and a wave of sorrow passes over. Passing as if a cloud, an unfriendly one but known well and feared not at all.
All clouds do pass.
Of this I am well educated. There is some amount of Grief to be had. Some quantity to be absorbed by Hearts Good and Spirits True. All that life brings us is carried forth within from the time we first find breath. Every happiness, and every other as well.