The Mess of Love Persevering
They say that grief is simply love persevering .
Although I believe that to be true,
I worry that others forget that it does not look quite as poetic as it sounds.
It is not what is shown on tv screens.
It is not a few tears that can be wiped away by a caring friend.
Nor is it something that one can just get over.
It is dams breaking with an overflow of tears out of nowhere.
It's hearing their favorite song on the radio and being washed in a rainfall of every emotion all at once.
It is screaming at the universe for taking them, then turning around and begging for them back in a futile attempt to reverse fate.
It is being fine until you aren't;and when you aren’t you are an inconsolable mess.
It's hearing them in the back of your head; all the advice you laughed at before now meaning the world to you.
It is being filled to the brim with questions like;
“how could you leave me”
“ can we start over”
“was it me”
“Could i have done more”
“ was i good enough to them”
“ did we make the most of what we had”
With nowhere to put them but the void at 3am on a sleepless wednesday night.
So please understand that the love will persever , but it will be muddled with sorrow, rage, and denial.
It will be a tragically poetic mess, but love will still be living there; all I ask is to show love to those who are trying.