Friday, January 19, 2018

#3: To my grieving friend

I promise 
That when you finally look up
From the depths of your grief
To open the doors that
You've shut yourself behind
I'll be on the other side
To greet you with a large latte 
And an even larger hug. 
Daring you to step out 
Into all the love you've be missing
In those moments I'd been wishing 
That once, just once you'd let me in 

And I'll sit down besides you 
Listening to every story, every memory you hold
Smiling each time you tear up
Crying each time you smile
So you remember the many colours hidden in  those memories
That you have so blindly been sorting as black or white. 

And in the dark of the night 
When you finally breathe in the light 
into your body emptied of all that grief, 
I'll stand right beside you  as you gently drop those stories 
Along with the unanswered questions  the loneliness, the regret, 
into the burning fire 
And with you, hope that the smoke rising heavenwards
Tells her how much she is remembered. 

And even as we wipe away the tears,  
I will draw you a path with the ashes left behind,
Back to everyone and everything in life 
that is worth smiling for. 
And though my words don't reach you
As you sit shoulders slumped with grief 
behind those tightly shut doors. 
Right on the other side 
With a large latte 
and an even larger hug, 
I'll be waiting.
I promise. 


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