Grit your teeth
Gather all the things you’ve seen before
This grief is something else, a bitter pull
Find its shifting edge
Tie it up and
Throw it
Watch it sink right to the bottom
Tell me
How it looks as it dissolves
This is
Not a cure, it is a balm
It creeps
Back but when it does, you’ll know the calm
Find its shifting edge
Tie it up and
Throw it
Watch it sink right to the bottom
Tell me
How it looks as it dissolves
You get so light
Do you feel it?
You get so light
Do you feel it?