Grief Writing - Tumblr Posts

what happens when you go

you love them so you will leave them with no traces to clean up

frames off the walls, not a nail puncture to be seen

the paints are given to friends.

the half empty tube of your favorite color won't get used.

instead, it's on the nightstand

they love you so they'll pore over your footprints

in dreams, you are drowning and they come along with a life jacket.

every memory is examined for clues.

your devout friend bellows at her precious god.

"tell me what i could have done. let me save them. why couldn't i? why didn't you? fuck, if only i was all-powerful."

the rosary is pulled into pieces from the strength of her grip.

at the wake, loved ones chorus together that they didn't know the pain was that bad.

whispers of how ill you really were carry around the room.

from beyond this world, memory drags you back.

in another universe, in another life, in another family

you're still here.

they knew how to love you right.

you got the help, you found the community.

the world kept spinning...and it was better because you were in it.

loved ones will try to let go and leave flowers in your favorite places

flowers so brightly colored they outline a trail.

here's the way back home, we still love you.

you can never come back

but every memory will cause your friends to wonder how they could have kept you painting, how they didn't notice the details enough.

it's all framed in guilt.

a crooked picture you can't correct.

stay.

stay for the galleries, the beaches, a breeze through your hair when the sky is tinted evening blue.

keep the possibilities.