I dare to touch your delicate voice. Your words cry out in muted tones. Muted tones reaching out in a quest for sustenance without screaming.
Your heart throbs with sad notes. I hear it on your sleeve. So walk with me. Walk in moments not glancing. We will build castles of distraction so memories dissolve if even for just one breath.
I wrote this piece for a fellow writer. Grieving the loss of a loved one is surreal. There is no one size fits all of what grief looks like. When you wrote of your burden you were not looking for advice. You were trying to get your head around things. This is for you.