The Afterlife of Grief

In some ways, I think this poem is about the afterlife of grief. It's not immediate. It's years and years later. The 10 year anniversary of my mother passing away was in the middle of a pandemic. And so yeah, it's like you enter that space where on one hand grieving feels like it's the most human thing I've ever experienced. You can't even really stay rooted in the present because you're always kind of in this strange loop where you're remembering who you lost.