Tagged: pass

maybe grief is

maybe grief is
simply waiting
for wanting
to pass.
the way
out is always
tricky, devised
as revolving
doors – we
can’t hold the
door for each
other lest we
get stuck

april sews enough

we will store this and

in the shadows, we

all day, i keep

all day, i keep
forgetting that you
left us this morning,
and even now, when
i quiet my heart to
take in the news, i
hear old news, when
you called eight years
ago to say that he’s
gone, and do not be
sad, it was so peaceful,
you were reading to him
as he sat in his favorite
chair, and then
you were reading.
tonight, i am not ready
for the details just yet.
there are no brave
messengers. you are
gone, but not yet gone

being present takes

being present takes
practice –
it’s not so much
about catching
as they pass,
but allowing
them to slip
right through,
by this, that,
and the other

without meaning to,

without meaning to,
memories get squeezed into
feelings – when you pass

me in aisle five, i am a
swan dive away from buoyant

both sooner and