I’m not writing this
as a culmination of my grief
Time has slipped in between meeting myself,
meeting those who came to be with you,
and those of your different timelines
I may have coped with the emptiness
and the endless attempts to surrender
But I have yet to answer
— where am I at acceptance?
I’ve held on to the empirical evidence of your absence
Pleading for objectivity and logic
wash off the unlyrical truth of an ending
But acceptance has me spiraling on several stages:
dwelling in the past, our could’ve beens
And meeting the unmet parts of myself
especially in purpose and faith
Time became your enemy,
and so it did with the people whom you’ve abandoned
Left flowing and floating
along these rivers of discernment, contemplation
— the meaning of life, our worthiness
All while holding on to faith and trust
that someday will blanket the longing
and quiet somber of your absence