Haiku 1 – Grief as Habit
Some days, I forget.Then I see your name again—and fall without sound.
Poem: "Unvisited Places"
There are places in meI no longer open.
Whole corridorslined with memories too fragileto touch without breaking.
I don't cry there.I just stand still long enoughto remember what it meantto feel that much.
And then I leave,before I become a roomeven I can't escape.
One-line Reflection:
Grief doesn't end. It just learns how to walk without limping.
Haiku 2 – Lingering
You died. And yet still—your scent lingers in closed drawers.Grief has perfect aim.
Poem: "Survival Is a Lonely Gift"
It's strange being the one who stays.The one who breathes after everyone elsebecomes a story.
You learn to speak gentlyto ghosts who never answer.You learn not to reach for closure—because closure is arrogant,and grief doesn't owe you anything.
One-line Reflection:
Some people leave, and take versions of you no one else will ever meet again.
Haiku 3 – Memory
You are not a ghost.You are the way my chest tightenswhen your song plays loud.
Poem: "Second Mourning"
The real pain isn't when they die.It's when you realizethey're no longer evolving.
You grow.They don't.
You laugh again.They stay still.
You become someonethey never got to meet—and somehowthat hurts morethan the funeral ever did.
One-line Reflection:
Grief is just love that's been turned inside out. It still fits—just not the same.