Grief is

It was she with her knowledge of what she has and the impermanence of life who walked with such joy and confidence in who she was.

However it was he who lacked that wisdom who dove into the depths of lonely solemnity.

Although I do not want to die, proclaimed she, I have accomplished so much and met so many that I am ready to go good bye.

I have yet to do what I must yet alone want, how is it I that must perish first? Can it not be the other who too is lost in the haunt?

The other swivels from under the brush, they too are not ready, but have already accomplished much—however whisper what is the rush?

In truth, no one wants to go, unless it is to protect what is near.
Like a mother with child who falls at a peculiar angle to protect what is here.

The couple that quarrel forgot why they are together—forgot their purpose, forgot their dreams and goals. However, once one goes they are fraught

With grief