You do not have to get over it,
this heavy cloak of sorrow,
woven with threads of memories,
each stitch a moment lost,
each tear a river of longing.

You will carry your grief,
a companion that never leaves,
and be carried by loss,
a dance with shadows,
as if you had a choice in the tempo.

Grief builds rooms inside you,
hidden chambers, echoing your heart,
where laughter turns to whispers,
and silence sings a haunting tune,
only you can hear, only you can know.

Rest here, in the quiet corners,
or...