on loss

maybe grief isn’t just love with no place to go

maybe grief is love with too many places to go:

love frozen in the past, in the parallel happier now

in the haunting future of endless ‘what could have beens’

grief is what happens when love moves to spirit, pulse to stillness and breath to ether

grief happens

when love is too large and vast for this body of mine and the absurd vessel of time

mm💛