holds more than grief
chills the bones in your fingers
is a whole new dimension
of what it means to lose
p.s. Last Sunday, I caught up on the Vampire Diaries series. This season is scarier, crazier, and a lot sadder than any other seasons I can recall. It is indeed wrapping up as a program. If any of you readers are a fan, and have caught up to recent episodes, you know what I am talking about. If you don’t watch this series, this still calls for a mediocre, morbid poem. So here’s to trying to understand a pain in which the beauty of life cannot repair.