I sit with grief and see it waving to the birds on the nearby tree. I wanted to ask the reason, but lips remained closed and words, unheard. I sit with grief, waiting for it to start the conversation. But, the lips remained closed and introduction, unsaid. I sit with grief and hear it reading a book. I wanted to ask the title but the lips remained closed and interrogation, unasked. I sit with grief, longing to befriend. But the lips remained closed and the proposal, unacknowledged. It is now that I realised that the reason for my silence wasn't my tiredness but grief itself. Day 77 of #100poemsfor100days My hashtag : #100scarletstairs #sitwithgrief #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts
