The death and the grieving
Death is the tsunami you see from your perch on the coast
You take stock and try to prepare
Because you know escaping it is not possible
And the grieving is the aftermath
Everything awash in an unfathomable vastness
And the sadness
The sadness
The sadness
Preparation is something you do
A task to occupy a mind fraying on the edges
But it is foolish in its futility
Because nothing can prepare you for the aftermath
A change that wipes clean the pleasures of a previous existence
Now so foreign
And this,
So strange