Sometimes

Sometimes 
We do not grieve 
For that we have lost...

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How easy to say 
It was not yours to start with 
Never possible...

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But what if 
Someone, just someone 
Had said "Do you realise..."

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And you had become aware 
That, that which you took for,
Knew, as normal 
Was not...

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That those you loved
Were autistic, ADHD, traumatised 
And not 'just' like anyone else...

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So there might have been
Another 
More healing way for all.

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What if the battles 
Might have become minor skirmishes 
Both sides growing up knowing,
Beginning to understand.

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So the schism had not widened 
Into a deep crevice
But become 
Manageable lifelong slivers...

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Yes.
Sometimes we do not grieve 
For that which we had.
But our loss,
Is no less unbearable...