Slower

Updated: Apr 7, 2020

Ceremony clambers toward the lackadaisical

Bereavement expressed in broken, winding narrative

About a creature whose existence slowed and stilled

From a child whose greatest loss was his shelled friend

And I cling to the hope that this will be the worst of it

That they can hold to a moment that this can still be grief

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