pain, their loss… it’s all I have left of them. You
think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart
will collapse in on itself, but it doesn’t. I feel spaces
opening up inside of me like a building with rooms I’ve
Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in
the world. Sometimes my silence is saying, I don’t know how to
speak to you. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Talk to me.
Tell me everything you’ve ever said. All the words. Starting
from the very first one.