The Scorching, Frigid Grief

And sometimes

Just like that

You are back in it

A memory

A place

A smell

A voice

And you are back

Steeped in grief

Fresh

Fierce

Scorching

Frigid

It is not OK

It will never be OK

But you will be

Believe

So you may

Keep breathing

Keep walking

Keep living

Keep loving.

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