My idea of grief ending had always been very visualI'd imagine it stepping out of my bodyDressed in grey flowy clothes that flutterMy griefA hazy weaker version of meTranslucent with the possibilities of joyIn all it it's gloryLeaving me with hope and sunshinePretty clothes, good hairAnd some way to get sleep for more than two …
I write to hold on to some of it : lingering thoughts, fleeting ideas, fading memories and love.
