Grief

By Aria D’Amico

Grief rewrites rules; not just language, but time, reason.

It arrives with silence, demanding obedience.

You can’t touch it, you can’t see it, but it exists in pauses,

the way you fear saying the name.

Memories are like glass,

reflecting the light, cutting you deep.

You almost forget when the ache began.

Absence screams louder than presence ever did.