You speak of grief
as if it were a passage
and not a place
on your lower back
he will never touch again.
You speak of grief
as if it were a point of arrival
and not a point of no return.
The point at which
there is nothing left to lose
because you have lost it all.
Loss is loss.
This is not the glamorous reckoning
of better things on the horizon.
When things come tog…