I don't understand what to say to someone when a loved one dies. It will be okay, with time. I'm sorry. I'm here. All sometimes inadequate, to the grief you feel on your own trying to poorly console, share a chocolate donut. I'm sorry reaches no bounds, does not touch the feeling of wanting to make it right, with no right answer.
I love you. What next? Grief's knife etches brilliant patterns across salty tears tonight. Somewhere, everywhere. Here. Not my own grief but shared in the million mistakes I have made, alongside of the good I have tried to wrought. Here in pieces tonight, it burns my eyes.
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