04/06/2026
I have been standing in the shadow of it for a long time.
It does not seem to know I am here.
A figure in the grey, a heart of light above —
warm, enormous, not requiring anything.
This is the shape of what I carry privately:
the love is the bright thing,
and I am the smaller thing
standing in what the brightness makes below it.
People speak of grief as darkness.
I have a more accurate description —
grief is what you stand in
when the love above you is very bright.
Not absence. Not the dark.
The specific shadow cast by something
that is so large and still lit
that it throws its own shade over you.
I carry this where no one sees it.
The heart above me.
Me below.
Both in the same grey.
The fog moves through what's around us.
The glow does not ask to be thanked.
I stand in its shadow
and I do not —
— Silent Tears For You