Writer's block

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a blank page
asking me to write something
anything

but what is there to say about…

an empty seat at the table
a teddy bear in his place in family photos
an absent boy

grief in waves
a fleeting thought
a crushing weight

a silent brother
a missing son
a lost piece

do I remember enough?
what if he’s forgotten?
guilt can be found anywhere

it’s maddening
and humbling
and extraordinarily unfair

What kind of blocks are you facing right now? How do you hold on to what you don’t have memories for?