that pit in your stomach
that moment you wake to
each new morning crusty,
to greet that dull emptiness –
memories of laughter, still lingering
but when you try to reach the energy of
it, and saturate yourself within it, it’s
the breath of your friend
on the other side of the phone
your confidant, has been removed
the first person you think of
the first one with whom
you share anything that
excited you, no matter how silly, bizarre,
the shape of your breakfast,
that small squirrel who winked at you,
and the corner of your room where
that one spirit of your ancestor
resides, and from where they speak
to you at certain hours of the night.
all those human updates,
removed from the planet
By the action of an
Those you love, grieve
for you, because your love
And your tattoos and
the time we spent together is on
which has been incinerated
You have now become a Cherry tree,
and you have become one,
who grieve for you.
your best friend and all your friends
continue to collect and congregate in
your name, just to squeeze out more marrow
from the life you lived and shared,
and we will take and treasure those pieces
with each other, and do it over and over
again, as the sun sets over a vision of
your better outcome,
on the other side of our same shore,
in the twilight of your smile.
Please don’t make me explain this poem. I think it doesn’t need anything extra. Mourning is a shared activity, sometimes we carry some of the heaviness of our friends’and our own as well, maybe, they can energetically bear the burden of the love that was lost, because of this poem.
10 thoughts on “To love is to grieve”
Exquisitely poignant and creative ode to mourning.
Thank you, my friend 🙂
Grief and love and community really are just tangled up in each other. I love your poem. 🙂
💗 thank you, Ra
no explanation required. I get it and I feel it.
Thank you 💓
This was beautiful.
Thank you 🙏🏽
This made me teary. Sending you love dear one.
Thank you, Kristen 💗