grief
How is it that I’ve spent half of my life grieving a person who never existed? Why have I been wasting the other half trying to resurrect her? What will it take for me to finally lock the grief in a casket and bury it forever? When will I stop planning my own funeral and start attending hers? Where do I go without the grief and her existence to guide me? Which one of us deserves to keep the body we’ve been fighting for control over? Who am I if not her?
-- M M --