You don’t ’move on’ from grief
You ‘go on’
There’s a difference
It’s always there in the background
How deep you loved
Is how deep you grieve
Over time
It goes from being an overcoat
To your underpants
It’s always there
But hidden from others
It gets triggered
By photos
By smells
By places
By events
And for a brief while
It becomes an overcoat again.