Quietly, now
Come closer with your sorrow
Place it near mine
Let them nestle together
They look so alike
The echoes of our singular pain
How can it be?
Does grief have a lineage?
I would reject my own
As a bastard born broken, hideous
Except that it is so dear
I cannot release it yet
Not to the world, at least
Not for the examination of strangers
But for you, sad counterpart
I will pull back the blanket
Ours is understanding
Clad in darkness, weeds and armbands
Carrying these burdens
Recognizing their sameness
Quietly, now
While their howls are quiescent
Let us find comfort
Place your hand in mine
RCGA
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