- Vol. 03
- Chapter 07
Undead, unlivingShe grieved the undead, unliving.
Those who have done or are doing the same
will know what I mean by this.
Just one letter away from unloving
and yet a world apart.
The lucky few who don’t
this is untrue for you and won’t matter.
Prance away and be blessed
be gone now.
So she grieved the undead, unloving, unliving.
Yes let’s include it, for it is not love.
The stories she told herself falling apart page by page.
Letter by letter.
God, what clichés we all are.
over and over
Bla bla bla.
All the living unlived.
All the loves undead. Not deceased.
She did this so well that it made her unwell.
So I asked her to rewrite the stories.
For her own sake.
Slightly for my own as well.
Grieving drains energy.
From both side you see.
Spent unwell. The unwell spent.
I asked her to choose her own living.
So to speak, meaning the kind of living that matters.
The uncounted counted.
Grieve nothing but unlived truth, I said.
In time you will heal.
As I stepped slowly, step by step,
just a whisper really
Yet there I was
right at her heals
Knowing that I
was one of her undead (unloving) unlived
and that she
in no way
should be listening to me.
Yet, I couldn’t help myself.
Unheard of really, the whole story.
For those who it matters to.