Stefanie Gripenberg

The final tear after your last breath
held everything that was
and everything that never came to be.

That is where we remained.

I go on living without you,
one step further away each day
yet memory stands still:
your laughter, your voice.

You never leave me.

In that tear, I rebuild what has been,
carefully, piece by piece.
A process of grief
that insists on being seen,
on being felt,
on being seen.

For you, Lussan.