Good Grief

Grief hangs off my limbs
limp
familiar
like a tattered sweater
years worn
grief
replaced love lost
to ether

a wound
cavernous
too wide to traverse
but grief
you’ll sit here with me
won’t you?
while we lament
not being able to cross
yet

that crevasse is filled
with stardust
from whence we came
we shall go again
and when we do
we leave
grief
to hold those we love
tender
through cold empty nights
a solid friend
true through the end
grief
waits
and wins

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