Grief

Oozing and Unexpected

Delayed until I had space for it - waiting, lurking, ready to pounce

Arriving as the seasons start to change

A hole where I once belonged.

Waiting to be tended, comforted, held

We want you here

You are loved

You have a right to be

To breathe

To take up space

To be seen.

Why was this lost in the first place?