JOY

“grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us

grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping

grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

“I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
― Vincent Van Gogh

“When I have to die, I would like to die
on a day of rain -
long rain, slow rain, the kind you think will never end.”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

“We were together. I forget the rest.”
― Walt Whitman