Grief mingles with light,
It imposes, pushing its
Way unbidden, just as
Joy comes without an
Invitation into sadness.
They are two of a kind,
Unlikely twins of a sort
On the path of feelings,
Emotions on a spectrum
Swinging pendulum-like,
With much less precision
As sorrow is tinged with
Happy memory, missing
Any nuance on the way,
As if it were not nuance
Enough experiencing the
Extremes all at once, and
Jumbled altogether, a mix
Up, contradictory and odd.
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You
This is where I miss you most
When the sky is so beautiful I
Have to share its perfect color
This is when I miss you more
Where we might have walked
Together, sharing the night
I want to whisper with every
Breath how much I need you
To help me make the beauty
Real. This is when I miss you.
Never again will we walk like
That. Our bodies close, our
Hands holding tight, not alone
The perfect sky something to
Share. This is when I miss you
Missed
Missing the one who is missing
Is a way of finding him and also
A way of keeping him, a way of
Not losing him even if I know he
Is missing, gone, and I lost him
On that winter day, not a wintry
Day, actually unseasonable for
The date, a day in winter, at the
End of February, the day he had
Passed from being by my side to
A state of memory and recall, a
Memory at every turn, always on
Call, but no longer here, missing
Ambiguous
There is nothing ambiguous about
Your grief, the ambiguity is external.
Your grief and mine is a feeling in
Real time. Have no doubts, we are
Not bound by the appearances, the
Optics of our situation. Our loss is
Ever-present. We are not foreseeing
The grief we see, the loss we know
This is not what anticipation looks
Like, except to the outside observer.
Ambiguity and anticipation do not
Define these moments when there
Is loss and grief over that loss. I am
Losing him, moment by moment. He
Is here, that is the appearance and yes
It is true. There will be so much more
To grieve before this ambiguous grief
Is done.
Tamara, really 