Good Grief

 i write because 

there is a more

we never made it to.

And that is what the broken do.

They told me that grief

was a dark and fearsome thing.

But it doesn't feel like that to me.

It all just looks like you. 

However,

grief i have learned,

is really just love. 

It's all the love you want to give but cannot.

All of that unspent love gathers up

in the corners of your eyes,

the lump in your throat,

and in that hollow part of you chest. 

Grief is just love with no place to go.