One grief disappears and another makes its entrance. I thought grief was a package deal. Cascading into a vessel with a volume that varied depending on the day. But no. Of course not. Chinks in the facade. Everything penetrable.
We keep looking up, but it sneaks up from behind. Or sideways. It is never in disguise. Grief engulfs. Swallows you up whole. But it doesn't spit you out. Oh, no. It chews and chews. Slowly. Savoring the melancholy. The fear.
In this moment, I fall. There is no time to stake my territory. Grief forces a crash landing. If I am lucky, I will recognize some of the pieces beside me, and over time, learn how to put them together again.
We keep looking up, but it sneaks up from behind. Or sideways. It is never in disguise. Grief engulfs. Swallows you up whole. But it doesn't spit you out. Oh, no. It chews and chews. Slowly. Savoring the melancholy. The fear.
In this moment, I fall. There is no time to stake my territory. Grief forces a crash landing. If I am lucky, I will recognize some of the pieces beside me, and over time, learn how to put them together again.
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