I didn’t have time to grieve today 

I was too busy pushing out thoughts 

That became like the snow bunching on the trees and cars 

Now sloughing off 

Hitting those behind me.

 

I couldn’t sit with myself 

I didn’t have the time 

So, grief came to me the night before in another form of someone I lost five years ago 

To suicide 

 

It found me again 

That bastard grief 

Resting in my lungs and coming out in the form of 

Croup 

 

Because that’s what it does 

Grief hangs around like a begging dog 

For that bone, for that neglected belly rub 

Until it turns into a rabid beast 

Waiting in the corners to pounce on you with 

Baring teeth.

 

The Smell of Rain on Dust says,

If we don’t feel our grief those who transition cannot 

Cross the bridge of stars 

They get stuck in between their world and ours.

 

So, grieve I must 

With

Intentionality

With fervor

With might 

Without fear. 

So that those we love 

May journey back to the 

Highest truth. 

 

Don’t judge your tears 

Or the time they stay 

You may be the only one working on 

Their behalf. 

So, pull grief closer 

And give it the name

Unrequited love.