You don’t ’move on’ from griefYou ‘go on’There’s a differenceIt’s always there in the backgroundHow deep you lovedIs how deep you grieveOver timeIt goes from being an overcoatTo your underpantsIt’s always thereBut hidden from othersIt gets triggeredBy photosBy smellsBy placesBy eventsAnd for a brief whileIt becomes an overcoat again. Continue reading Grief