There Will Be Days

There will be days

When the words won’t flow

When grief is a stopper in the throat-hands-mind


There will be days

Of forgetting and remembrance

When loss gives way to joy

Joy to confusion

Confusion to clarity

When coherence is lost

To a glorious, bittersweet, saltwater mess


There will be days

Of aching clawing dark

And rising light


Words and tears, flow

Fingers and eyes

Heart, body, soul

Let them speak where


Mouths cannot


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Until we meet again.


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