night-long laments

the first instinct is to fight

scream at the top of your lungs

tear through the time and space with your bloodied hands

to bring them back

.

then the darkness envelops

shadow slowly falling upon your soul

as she wraps her tendrils around you

and swallows you whole

.

i say

let it happen

make space for it

for grief never leaves

only nests comfortably at the bottom of our hearts

.

accept the storm that comes with it

accept the lack of colour and

the absence of the sound

bathe in the disaturated world

and stillness

.

it is what connects us to those we lost

to the memories we created

magic we generated

and tenderness we felt

.

for grief is wisdom

that you might not see in the realisation of their absence

yet one day

you will be able to welcome it with love

and open arms

.