Grief's magic tricks

__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ⋆˚          ✧. ┊          ⋆ ★ “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest.” -Jamie Anderson Beneath the sky veiled with carnivorous velvets, where dreams and shadows intertwine, I find myself at night— weeping silently for joy that was once known— a smile that brought me now to tears, my smile that I borrowed from you, the smile that I was once insecure of— was the same smile that I now miss— your life turned into a memory lingering like a lost soul, like how my unvarnished tirades that I scream to you, now turn to elegies that I sing to you. I used to hate the songs you'd play on the radio, now I play it to myself in the car, wishing I'd find a sense of closure.