I love you with all my bones — the heart is too ephemeral.
prose
Symptoms, waiting for signs
I love the body. Flesh is so honest, and organs
Abrupt
When you’re used to seeing someone day after day, for years on end, and then suddenly they’re gone, you
The falling is mutual
Light understands the colors of Autumn, and she loves him for it.
Wintermind
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.
P.S. Thanks so much to everyone who let me know about USA Today and King Features Syndicate using this quote for their “Cryptoquote” on December 3rd. That’s pretty cool! They actually left out a small portion and quoted it as “The color of springtime is flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.” —tg, 2022
Glow, shine, reflect
Moonlight is a beautiful and comforting reminder that the sun is still out there somewhere.
Anew
Our bodies let go when it’s time to let go — it’s called death. We ought to let go of the little burdensome things each day — that’s called living.
Ever finding
Always remember lost, so that you don’t take for granted found.
Why we can’t let go
Regret is the glue that makes grief stick around for a lifetime.
Minds awash
Belief stains darker, imprints deeper than truth.
Orkestrel
Birdsong: a branch of music.
Pain & struggle
We can’t always see the scatters and tatters of a broken heart. Kindness is due to all fellow beings — we never know the invisible hurts they’re enduring.
Connections
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.