GEDICHT – Shannon Barry
I met grief when I was
twenty-two
through a mutual friend
I thought the pain might
extend to his
doorstep but no further
and was surprised when
every night
grief followed me home
“you don’t belong to me”
I said
and grief said nothing
the next night there were
familiar footsteps
but when I turned to face grief
I saw that it was
just love
in a heavy coat
“you can leave that at the door”
I said
and was just as surprised
when I invited love inside
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