I take the grief from my heart and hold it in my hands. Watch it melt. Feel the sting on my palms. I sit with it like I’ve always known it- and I think a part of me has.

You look through me with glassy eyes. Tell me there’s nothing you can do besides sit with me. Maybe that’s the point, right ?

I’d like to think that my hands will heal, but I know what this does- I’ll never fully let go.

It’ll live with me forever and when people ask me what happened, I’ll tell them that I couldn’t stop loving. -AMT