‘‘no one tells you how to grieve
a loss you never gained…’’

‘‘…only to find love
in a person dressed like home…’’

‘‘…my salty tears
flowed into the ocean…’’

‘‘staring into the blank
pages silently waiting…’’

‘‘don’t tell me i’m pretty
don’t praise me for looks….’’

‘‘… we stare into the abyss
and welcome any stares back.’’

‘‘… the screaming options
become a silent decision….’’

‘‘… to the beautiful places we visit
and in following our gut…’’

‘‘… nothing remains the same
when the images are fading
can we keep the frame?’’