our grief compounds

we sit there holding each other, grief passing through us, silently. quiet, while one of us cries & then holds space for the other.

our grief compounds.

tears, sobs, subtle sniffles
the language of grief cannot be spoken

a silent knowing, we are all up in the night

it has been six months. and the rest of my life.

i want to be honest, about the pain. i want to…