They say that Grief is when love can't find a place to go.
But I feel like grief is love in a different way.
Grief is thinking about your smile and your favorite color.
How the sun hit your face and at a certain angle you looked like divinity in human form.
Grief is the absence of your presence, but still feeling the ghost of your shadow on my bedroom walls.
I feel it when I smell the scent of coffee because that was your favorite drink.
When I feel the dip in the couch where you always used to sit and the stain from the cups you used to put on the coffee table every morning.
Grief is the love I gave you that you carried gently in your hands like a wounded bird,
Knowing my heart was too fragile to hold it in.
How you took my hand gently between yours and kissed my fingers like you wanted to imprint your lips into my fingertips.
Your lips were always so soft.
Grief is the knowing I can't hold you any longer
But the memories of you in my arms makes it feel like you're still here.
I see you in every sunrise and sunset.
When the colors in the sky dance from burnt orange to blue midnight.
Because blue was your favorite color.
I see you in my dreams and my future and though you are not here any longer
My heart grows fonder and fonder.
I mourned you while you were living and I mourn you even more now.
I wish I could have bottled time in a jar filled with our moments so I can relive them over and over again.
I have found a place for my love to go,
With You.
-Zuhlé
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Poetry"Tacenda-things better left unsaid; Matters to be passed over in silence." My Poetry ✨ And all the things I've left unsaid put into a collection of poetry and thoughts.
