grace.
Some of them
think grief is
a moment.
Walk away and return
when the space
feels lighter.
“Sorry, I didn't know
what to say.”
Half smile, dimples bent in,
I nod, “it's ok.”
That lie soothes
the static
in the moment.
I have no grace
for fair weather
games where the pawn
is peace.
Where platitudes
solve the problem
of a person
trying to keep
from falling
into their own grave.
Grief walks away and returns
“There are kinds of grief people leave alone not out of cruelty, but because ready-made phrases are all they know. This carries the full distance between what is said to ease a moment and what continues to weigh inside.”