This piece is about love and loss, joy and pain, life and death, and the cycles of human emotion.
The text reads:
A wish for a clean breeze
to clear the smell
of death from her nose
and from mine.
And wait for the tears
to come to wash away
the pain and leave us raw
calm, one day older
to pick back up and try
again. Move on they say.
But carry a piece of that
story with us always.
Baggage? No. Treasures.
Tiny fragments that form
the foundation of our
character. That allow
us to build up, grow up,
love more. Love again.
To let the cycle
restart.