The Stranger
Grief is such a stranger to me
That might sound like something magical, wondrous
But it is quiet and dead and dehumanizing
The lack of grief is a very reason to grieve
The lack of capacity to grieve
Signals the presence of the monotonous, the mundane
I guess I need to set aside a coffee date
Maybe it is time to meet with grief
See all that I’ve missed over these last 30 or so years
Not so I may dwell in death or despair
But rather that I may dwell in life
I don’t want to be a stranger anymore
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