Between Bruises & Blooms

People think grief
is the moment someone leaves.

They don’t tell you
it is every moment after.

It is birthdays.
It is songs.
It is the random Tuesday
when you realize
the world kept moving
when yours stopped.

Grief is love
with nowhere to go.

So I carry it.

Because I would rather
carry the ache
than forget the love
that created it.