grief does not die — it resides ever so quietly within
Time passes by, you permit yourself to laugh again. Maybe, you are convincing yourself — you are alright now.
They will ask ‘how are you’, you may answer ‘yeah, I’m alright’. But you know — really know it, that everything is not alright. You feel all wrong, even though you thought you convinced yourself — you feel nothing at all anymore.
In the mirror, you look like the same old you. Everything around you, looks just as it was — your home — your street — your city.
But, you are now you — like never before.
There is a soft ache, that has taken residence deep in the pit of you. There was no invitation extended for a roommate, but you got one anyway. Your inner space, is where the ache will make a permanent home.
I guess, it’s OK. I’m not a great hostess, but I can offer a safe — warm space. Become acquainted with all the excerpts of me, all the broken pieces and the best of my love — it’s all there in intimate details.
I have not forgotten you — my beloved. I have not forgotten me.
The time will keep passing by anyway. I just need to hold hands with evolving, let it pull me forward — every second — every minute — every day — every night.
In the meantime — as I travel around the sun — and I wonder at the sky, I know we are still connected.
This. Is. Life.
With a grateful spirit — I can remain encouraged even with tears in my eyes — I keep spilling poetry back into the Universe.