cousins 💙

if grief is the cousin of love,

maybe the world becomes a whole lot grayer after we lose someone we love. washed; completely devoid of color.

if grief is the cousin of love,

maybe the air in the spaces spent together becomes a whole lot heavier; as if the molecules in the atmosphere are now weighed down by the memories we can no longer make together.

if grief is the cousin of love,

maybe the hurt in a friend’s eyes is a pain we must feel too. if only our pain can somehow turn a switch to alleviate theirs.

how do we go on? how do we get used to the permanent fixture of this new world? we adjust. we somehow adjust to the new normal. we add back the color.

if grief is the cousin of love,

maybe our lives have been forever colored by the memories they left behind and the memories we will continue to make as we move forward.

if grief is the cousin of love,

maybe amongst the condolences in this now lesser, a little more lonelier world, is a cause for celebration.

if grief is the cousin of love,

maybe we experience each head on, together. grief is the cousin of love – they are family in the end.