Social media is not the right place for grief Some other place is more right Maybe some place profound Like temple Or church Or the divinity in choosing a temporary voicelessness

I'm not ready to move on After 24 hours I still persist In this feeling I chafe at your rules Who are you to tell me how to grieve Who are you to tell me

Is this all that becomes of us Some shapes strung together in homage A passing mark On a bench, in a vibration, in a thought in a stone in a notion of remembrance It's kind of freeing