yes, some people are born into grief, and some because of it
yes, there’s grief that habitually descends–
upon people
their mornings
their abandoned histories
and the seasons of their memories
but why wasn’t my individual grief
written about in the scriptures of my father
because this grief
does not have a voice or speech
nor does it have a metaphysical foreboding
the history of grief
is long and outrageous
and an abominable one
the cadence of life exists
and will continue to exist
outside this cycle of grief and bereavement
the only grief in my life
is that there must be grief in one’s life
and the last of my grief
would be saved for the child I miss being
Standing still in the conundrum of inebriation; Rahul Jha writes. To learn certain things and to unlearn the rest. On a regular afternoon, he looks at his life in the third person and gets increasingly agitated at how things continue to reveal themselves.
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