grief has a roadmap of its own
my heart has traveled that tumultuous path
more than once
and it is markably the same with its
unexpected turns
going into the jungle
of memories and regrets
uprooting what
was paved with worn steps
with echoing voices of why and ifs
and how can this be?
my cousin Julie who I have known throughout my life
and lives in my inner circle, my hard drive, my cheerleader, holding a chunk of my heart
is in hospice care,
today is her birthday.
Life without her will be strange, the ground beneath me a watery mire
sloshing as I go
until
the scent of spring whispers
here we are.
oh Julie danm you for going ahead of me.
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