There is no timetable for grieving —
Grief is a snail
It's a shooting star
A walk around the lake
Or frost 'til bloom —
Memories coursing through the heart
It lasts as many heartbeats as it takes;
sometimes all of them.
My feet are heavy with the weight of places my heart could not leave.
For it is a slow journey when loss comes along.
Memories stay with us like a canary in a cage.
Chirping and swinging on the same old perch.
Like the hardest of goodbyes, they never truly leave.
They remain right at the hip like a child whispering in our ear,
I am hungry.
Waiting rooms can still be sat in, and last words heard just as clear.
I want to hold each one tenderly.
Remember every smile.
Hear every mundane sentence than I once took for granted.
So, I let them stay up late and carry each and every one no matter how far.
You see, love is always willing to carry you all the way home.
So, I shall do just that.
Until we meet again.
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #223