grief is love with nowhere to go.
it’s an aching for thoughts you can no longer know.
it’s the loss of future moments,
reminding us our immortality is as fragile as it seems.
grief is the phone call you can no longer make
and your hand missing a hand you can no longer take.
it’s having to move forward,
even though your person is permanently gone.
grief is an echo of the laughter you hear
when your person is smiling from ear to ear.
it’s a joke with no punchline
for your person was always the best half of the joke.
grief is love with nowhere to go
emptying our hearts of warmth and replacing it with snow.
it leaves us gasping
and strangling for breath,
as our bodies struggle to reconcile with the reality of death.
‘I’m sorry for your loss’ is an echo of what we fear the most;
Our lives filling up with ghost after ghost.