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Still silly in grief

Still telling jokes and crying and dropping glasses and stretching our legs

Still rubbing a curly dogs belly

With parts of the soul shut up like a clam

Leaking through in salty tears across days, months, years

Still surprising others when we’ve not finished crying

Still awake when it’s time to sleep

Still thirsty and hungry for midnight Mi Gorgeng

The darkness

A flickering screen and a blanket

Be still, restless soul

Until heavy eyes

Until morning, a sunrise

Still enjoying the scent of cut rosemary

Still feeling the sun, raising hairs on the skin

Still wading through sentience

Fresh cut flowers, kind words

Still here