the ballad

the ballad

grief is tremendous, but my love is bigger

grief lingers behind every ajar door
crosses every mountain
every ocean
to meet you at your depths

grief crawls under the covers
plunging you both into darkness
you did not choose
yet you cannot escape from

grief stays within your heart
defiant against eviction
demanding to be seen
to be freed

until you look at her and realize was she was love all along

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