it is hard to love someone
while you're grieving
the loss of the person they used to be.
my brother hasn't spoken in weeks.
a headstone reads,
here lies the brother you once had,
and the flowers I placed there are barely living.
I've spent all of my time digging him out of one grave,
only to discover there's an entire cemetery left to unbury.
my mother hasn't smiled in days,
and exhaustion has become
the guest that has overstayed its welcome.
misery usually loves company,
but I am anxious for it leave.
I am homesick for a house
that I once lived in.
I am homesick for a place
where only love grows
from this family tree.