I don't honestly know how long it's been since I have heard your voice and told you that I loved you... I could figure it out, but I don't think I even want to know. What I do know is that it is the longest I have ever gone in my life without hearing your voice and you telling me how proud of me you are and how much you love me. But what hurts the most is that the last time I heard it will only get farther and farther away... The longer time goes on, the bigger that gap will be. It feels like my time stopped but the rest of the world is still going. Fuck...
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I wrote this one while thinking about how grief and love are connected and how emptiness can feel so heavy. Grief is a complex emotion with many facets. It is hard to put into words, which is why the grieving person often feels alone in their sorrow. Perhaps that is why they turn to poetry during times of grief. Poets open windows of understanding. A poem can whisper things which can’t easily be said. A poem can make us feel a little less alone.
“Goodbye has never been a strong suit of mine. Perhaps that is why the universe continues to make me say it. I haven’t yet learned how to let go.”
—just another disappointment (1/11/19)
“how glad I am that you existed. how glad I was to have a being as rare as you, petals that so many palms will never kiss. a soft brush, a fine drink, limited edition.”
— i miss you
i can’t say goodbye but i can say i miss you (present tense) and i love you (present tense) but with all the time that has gone by i don’t think i’ll ever be ready to put you in the past
(cc, 2018)
“After a sad farewell, there comes a point where every one of us questions whether love is really worth all the pain and the loss. The answer is yes. exhale. It always is. And in time you will know its touch again.”
— Beau Taplin • T h e T u r n i n g P o i n t
“there’s not another name, or another person. not another heart, or another laugh. another smile, or another’s tears. another’s hand, another’s eyes, another’s soul. there’s not another.”
— twelve days since (13/11/18)
“If you simply cannot understand why someone is grieving so much, for so long, then consider yourself fortunate that you do not understand.”
— Joanne Cacciatore.
Scene redraw from Moana in honor of a loved one who I’ve lost and miss so, so dearly. I always saw our own relationship reflected in Moana and Tala’s.
I don't feel alive. I feel so empty. I don't see a future. I don't want to wake up. I just want the pain to end.
“Always before, her hurts had been small, and there had been someone to offer her comfort. Now there was only this room, the bare walls and single chair, the closet of her grief.”
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
“Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.”
—
Joan Didion
