The Grieving Kind

My sleeveless hoodie smells like you

The complex scent of magics

Macaroni and candles 

And pain, the chronic kind

The kind we just live with

Because that’s living

The carpet reminded of a long grief

As we tangled on the floor

I noted it’s movements

A pain, the grieving kind

The kind that you just live with

Because that’s living

You asked about my tarot deck

And I said “it’s a friend of

The other me, the past me

Some fragments still match

Mostly I find guidance elsewhere”

And I smiled

Because that’s living