When you are grieving, take it slowly
Take all the times that you wish they were with you and let your words fall laden in the silence,
I cannot promise they can hear you, but I can tell you the air will devour every syllable
And I won't promise that this will heal you, because it will not
Grief is something as unavoidable as the
Death itself.
So while it may take time-- despite how much has passed,
Lay in the grass, a little damp with fresh dew
Stare at the cloud blanketed moon and speak
I promise you will cry.
