The Art In Never Seeing You Again

by Zuri McWhorter

Grief is a state of being.

It comes when it comes

and it leaves gradually.

It isn’t poetic;

it isn’t magic.

It is an unexplainable truth that is told by one,

to one,

with no remorse.

With no dictation.

Grief just is.

But the art in never seeing you again

is boundless.

Dreams across horizons of orange and red,

in deepening pools of blue overhead,

and the smell of swollen summer window panes

can bring back the dead and all his remains.

What lavish thoughts of heaven’s unknown

make wispy wishes that you’ll come home.

Posted on June 23, 2015 .