14.04.21
Someone once told me that grief is the flipside of love.
I know this to be true.
But recently I sense your presence
in the weathered bark of trees that have survived the winter.
in situations that remind me of conversations we’ve had.
in the green tips of branches that wait for spring.
reminding me that enduring is the quiet capacity
to begin again.
grief is the flipside of love 
begin again 
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