There are no rules
no quota of tears to squeeze out.
Grief builds suddenly
as rain clouds
or settles
gentle as dew.
It may pass through
like a storm
leaving
branches bare
a deluge of spring
petals on the lawn
while deep
in the new wetness of the earth
tiny seeds
stir.
Thanks for that bro.
Its the first anniversary of my bud Jasmines death and grieving, is an odd, odd thing.
Cheers.