Regret is the glue that makes grief stick around for a lifetime.
The shadows are falling the same as they were last year
The early summer calm sounds the same as it did last year
As it did at this same time last year, when the babies died
When the babies died, and the mama grieved for days.
tea for one
memories for two
embrace the alone
drink to hope
GRIEF twists the heart
and contorts the mind
carves the spirit hollow
wrings the past to tears
torrentially obscuring future
LOVE saturates memory
until sorrow overflows
into every pore of present
ALL you can feel is emptiness
and a lump in the throat
platitudes no consolation
but living on nonetheless
Your ghost of memories haunts me.
Missing you isn’t just an empty void — it’s what-ifs and questions and endless thoughts and bittersweet memories and runaway feelings and emotions that can’t get a hold on anything physical so just slip and slide around my mind, and hide and re-emerge.
When you’re shivering with loss, let love keep you warm with memories.
The wrinkles don’t hurt as much when one remembers the playground in one’s heart.
Journal. Kinda like a blog, but on this thing called paper.
Always remember lost, so that you don’t take found for granted.