Each ***** packs a bag
“Get up and walk away?”
“Just overnight, maybe two
Because we seemingly cannot
Exist without you”

People assume grief is only intertwined with death.

That somehow you can only feel deep grief or sorrow when you experience the greatest loss.

Yet sometimes grief sneaks in when you miss something deep enough that it resembles death.

When it feels like a loss that takes part of your soul with you.

You are the mourner
The one who carries the weight
The vast mind filled
with faces of agony

For me?
You live in thousands of words
Countless dreams
Deep rooted love
I can be hope when you’ve run dry
I won’t give up on you
So please don’t give up on me
You’re going to get where you need to be
All those desires formed into
Perfect hopes and dreams
Every soul counted, saved
When it all feels far away I’ll try
My absolute best to keep you grounded

Quiet chaos
You and me
Trying to find rhythm
Feels like desperation
Losing hope
I just need a sign

I could try to explain it until I’m blue in face and yet you won’t know until you know. Grief is never something you just grow out of, you adapt, change, move yourself in circles around it. It comes with you, often times watching from afar. Suddenly it’s on your shoulder, whispering in your ear about all the mistakes you made when they were here, all the things you’ll never get to show them, moments you’ll never share. You can grieve until your eyes burn and your ears bleed… you’ll still never get rid of it.

I bloom best at night
Deep in darkness
Not a natural sound to be heard
Just the city fights
Sirens on repeat
Triple check the locks