Sorrow finds him,
as a push into freezing waters.
Cold sister of the kill,
hostile in life and in dreams.
It is good you are gone, I think.
I think it would have been better
if you could have gained depth,
and seen it through.
There will be grief. There will be more
hurting, but your ship is out on the ocean
and he doesn’t want you back on shore,
for he knows, nothing is worth holding
that doesn’t want to be held.
He is a Prince whose light is fed from the heavens.
He will experience extraordinary love,
raise children, hold a steady fulfilment
that nothing can snatch away.
There will be a building up after this devastation.
Eventually, he will see this loss as a gift,
a making room for a happiness
that requires no analysis and will not break
when it needs to leap.
Copyright © 2021 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Synchronized Chaos” April 2021
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