Sarah St Vincent Welch #195 Later again, grief (after MC)

when you put your grief away

it will be found in other places

in the corner of a shadow

in the great cathedral he longed to visit

where you lit a candle 

his dream rose, in spiral inkwash

whisp

flame to flame

you cried for journeys not taken

loudly in the quiet

his dreams you could live

that he didn't

you found it in the death of an animal friend

all sorrows rose in absent breath

holding them

the memory in your fingers, their quivering belly

holding beating life warm and close

so they didn’t run so

you could keep them safe and with you

then gone

weep for the loss, the loss

more than them

break the vessel

knock it, fumble

as it falls slow slow

catch on fingertips

rock rock fall

touch

call out 

as it returns

to what it ever was

broken

pieces

blunt, unmade

spilling out