When we lose
Someone we love,
It’s not enough to say
Our hearts are broken,
The sentence
Doesn’t end there.
Rather, our hearts
Are broken Open,
Deeper, wider, such that,
The more we lose,
The more worn away
And hollowed out,
The greater our gift
For loving becomes.
This slow
And persistent grief
Wears away
Soft passages
Inside us,
The way water
Weaves through
Limestone and marble.
This elaborate
Network of caves,
Beautiful,
Dark and blue,
And the cool, cool
Wind formed
From our
Very own breath.
—
By David Mussen