I was reading a thread, but i'm not really supposed to reply there, and it wouldn't really help, so I'd write it here instead.

eventually you would start forgetting a person, their face, maybe even how they walk or which was the color of the scarf, but you wouldn't forget a hole. a train goes full speed, but the bridge isn't there anymore. "you know who would have liked th.. nevermind". nevermind. nevermind.

maybe you don't have the right to grief, because you were not a good friend or maybe a friend even, but somehow you still do.