“She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.”
“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”
“History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.”
“She takes another long haul, lets the smoke settle in her lungs-- she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with the poison.”
“The grief, too, passes.”
“It seemed like way too much work, cleaning up my grief.”