Tag: sorrow

She’ll come in the after,
once everyone else goes back to their lives
leaving you alone and full of holes.
When she knocks at your door,
let her in.
She’ll stand there on your doorstep forever otherwise,
a barrier between you and all the life still left to live.
Take her in.
Care for her.
Lovingly, tenderly,
as you would a small child.
She too is confused and terrified,
and yet somehow holy.
She will haunt you for the rest of your days.
She is sacred; the light of every loss that created her shines so bright
under a cloak of melancholia.
She is nostalgia for moments long-gone
and the ache of love left behind.
So let her in.
Wash her feet, let her rest,
let her settle.
She isn’t going anywhere.