stages of grief (widely used, empirically unsupported)
the cloud of unknowing (we cannot understand god through reason, only love)
all about love (someone else is reading at another table)
nettles playing in green refectory. I hear her voice under the scrape of chairs and plates and strangers. gardenias on the tile... look out into the river made of tram lines by the rain. you said we'd make it through the fog. tell me all the time not to worry... I can only think of you. and I wish she was right but she's not. you held back and it made a difference.
leave me in the stream with your hook through my heart. let me miss you. let me dream another day: banging down my door to say this meant more than the end we don't need to make sense but can we swim again together can we be all the time at least for now? think of us inside...
silence is a storm is my pillow is the bird in your teeth. silence is an empty church a page to fill with grief. the mind is a boulder is too heavy knowing you and that we were. your name is always everywhere. eternal sunshine me.
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