The Anatomy of Grief

skilled in advancing from loss

I heal at the speed of everything

you almost kept, but relinquished

as your hands contemplated

their threshold for grace, life.

grief is a chameleon

I am modeling my pace from you

after, yesterday I mimicked a systole

kind to the myocardium.

today I am a wave of blood

flooding an atrium

losing you is familiar but distant

pain, palpable but won’t let me touch it.

there is no nomenclature to contextualize

how I felt

when I feared

you were leaving

heard of your departure.