I Fell in Love with Hope

by Lancali

“I think the worst feeling in the world is telling someone you’re in pain and hearing them say there’s no wound.”

Death isn’t playful. Death is sudden. It has no taste for irony or reason. It is a taker, plain, direct, no tricks up its sleeve. But at least, This time, Death was kind enough to wait for goodbye.

Because you don’t lose someone once. You lose them hearing a song that reminds you of their smile. Passing an old landmark. Laughing at a joke they would’ve liked. You lose them infinitely.

Grief can be destructive, a parasite that needs expulsion, water flowing over a dam, but like most terrible, necessary things, it can be shared. Time is kind with grief. It takes it from you, piece by piece, till the sorrow is a song you remember the beat of but no longer hear.

I wish I could listen more without understanding less.