Grief and Consolation || Love is the Potion

Sometimes there is a face

You can’t forget.

An arching eyebrow,

Pink-bow lips

Sweet, searching gaze

That somehow is still here.

And always will be.

They call it, life, I think.

Animation. Interaction.

Life cannot cease to exist.

Not ever.

The very nature of that vitality

Is forever.

But, I have come to realize

Life can exist somewhere else

Than where I am.

And does.