I have done nothing
but grieve
Figured out how to say
thank you
without crying
and learned how to cry
while still making coffee
I think the 9th
will always hurt my feelings
which is fine
It is better
than feeling nothing
Your wake was beautiful
and every day
I am reconciling
how the passing of time
can bring so much relief
but reclaims the clarity
of the recently bereaved
Besides you,
I don't let myself
miss anything
from before that night
I can't bring you back to life
I just want it to be okay
that you died
Music is different now
I have forgotten
how to let it fix me
Maybe the sad song
I need to hear
hasn't been covered yet
so I am still listening
I've stopped looking
for signs
that you're still here
It's like begging for water
while drowning
You haven't stopped
showing up in my dreams
My favorite is the one
where you are just sleeping
beside me
I know you are gone,
but don't tell you.
Grieving is for the living
