supple hand on a
shoulder
unsettles the
mourner
wishing he felt comfort
by touch
in these moments
where rawness
reigns.
grief
i’ve softened
little
since the
news
you left before
your time,
but have settled
into the new
“normal“
and sense you
within me
now.
grief
holds crouched
like child frozen
in her own
shadow,
waiting for the
warmth of
human
light
to thaw her
heart.
bubbles from
a song–
float over my
brain,
then burst to
produce
refreshing
rain,
whispers in a
dream–
soothe us till
we wake,
please do resolve this
inner ache.
half grin
on a full moon..
perched over
deep frets,
i need not a nightlight
to know you’re
here yet.
“there’s still love
in death”-
you claimed upon
return from
realm of all who know
what’s gained
by loss..
far from land of
this reeling
spirit
who knows only
its cost.
our family tree
has lost some leaves
from windstorms that
brought old
branches
down,
time to climb to
see how
high
the top can
reach–
to touch clear sky
in moments
of grief.
each memory’s
a crack
into something much
deeper,
trapped frozen
in ether
holds a heart
of knots
the mind can’t
unkink–
despite what its
clever self
thinks.
sorrow holds her
heartstrings..
and
he tugs
like they’re
unbreakable things,
they’ve got so
little give,
but she
has
a fighter’s
will to
live
hands in the garden 
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