Is there a finite amount of grief in this world,
that when fully felt by one, becomes available
for use by another? It seems to be
endless, but always dissipating,
even from the very beginning.
like so many other things, we are only
guardians of this grief for a given amount of
time, and then someone
shoulders the burden.
Otherwise I think we’d go
(quite) mad with the constant sorrow, and
never allow the sun to shine again,
or love to reappear, as it always,
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In loving memory…rest in peace Gary