i know my grief was born
when i stood before a thousand deaths
of who the people i loved used to be;
i made a home to tuck myself in
within the depths of their souls,
i have memorized the corners of their being;
their stories, their scars, and their dreams.
now all that i have known and loved
lay peacefully under the caskets
in the graveyard of who we used to be,
almost like a shedded skin most prefer to forget.
i walked in this graveyard for months—
weeping in the flowers i leave before them,
until a slender hand laid on my shoulder,
"it's about time." she said softly.
"leave me flowers before you go." i replied.
IA
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
i know my grief was born
when i stood before a thousand deaths
of who the people i loved used to be;
i made a home to tuck myself in
within the depths of their souls,
i have memorized the corners of their being;
their stories, their scars, and their dreams.
now all that i have known and loved
lay peacefully under the caskets
in the graveyard of who we used to be,
almost like a shedded skin most prefer to forget.
i walked in this graveyard for months—
weeping in the flowers i leave before them,
until a slender hand laid on my shoulder,
"it's about time." she said softly.
"leave me flowers before you go." i replied.
IA
06.24.21. | i had no good grief to write about for the past few months; all i felt was both peace & chaos in the in-betweens of my mundane life. i like this piece of mine so far, i hope you do too. :)
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