so you wonder how much longer
it should take. as if grief could be
quantified, much less timed.
what comes after takes its place. you realize
only after it has settled in. you are uneasy,
hesitating, but who are you
without your fears, without your loss? you
are made up of hollow cells, clumped together
because they could not possibly bear parting. this,
on the other hand, imposes. pervades. deny all
you must but escape remains a word stripped
of possibilities. deny all you can, but don’t deny
entry. bear the weight, for it is an elegy for
darkness. what is desire without urgency. light, after all
does not peek and creep. it explodes, an ambush into morning.
for that night and the morning it morphed into.