we make an offering
of silence
we do not know how to
embrace
our lack
*
i have three children, she said:
hope and loss.
well, that’s that, then.
what can be said now
that doesn’t ring hollow?
*
i would take you into my
arms
and grasp at the emptiness
i would whisper that all
will be well
and all would be well
the choices we make when we
speak
of absence.
*
how we long for someone
to enter our pain
how we are still learning
what it means
to mourn
how we mistake complaints
as a
form of sharing
