When the grief sets in as if it’s the only feeling you’ve known

Don’t forget the spaces in between.

Greif gets tired and the black becomes grey like an obscenely dimming lightbulb.

Don’t forget the spaces in between.

There is hope. There is always hope but its not where you think it is.

In a future that’s hopeless.

There’s hope where I’m me.

Whoever I am there is hope where I’m me.

So until the grief passes, however long its been.

Take note and appreciate the spaces in between the grief

Till the spaces in between are one day

only a pinch full of grief.