You want to be wholehearted when you grieve.
It’s not the time for nuanced subtle feeling.
She lived, she died, and now she had to leave —
Do “rage, denial, sorrow, at last healing”.
The worst of death is that it cuts you dead.
It interrupts, it turns to plaster saints
Strange complex people, with so much not said
Of love, of little things, and yes, complaints.
How dare she die before you’d found the space
Where you could reach the clear unstated goal
How could death cut across the time and place
That never happened, where she’d see you whole?
Death really sucks, that’s all that I believe.
You want to be wholehearted when you grieve.
26th April 2010
