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The way I grieve for you is not loud.
It is not a cry in the dark,
a wail to those who love me,
a breakdown made of tears and apologies
and ‘why is this happening to me’s.
Instead, my grief is a silent killer.
It suffocates me in the night.
I feel it poison my lungs
every time I draw in breath.
I feel it wrap its cold dark hands
around my barely beating heart,
squeeze until it needs to gasp to restart
and yet it does not speak.
My grief is silent,
so others think it doesn’t exist.
They look at the unbreakable mask I wear
on my face without realising my insides scream.
They wonder if I ever loved you
the way you needed.
Sometimes they think I am
a heartless thing that never loved you at all.
They think I never deserved you
and refuse to understand the truth of the way I grieve.
They refuse to look at me, the same way Icarus’ father
refused to look at the sun ever again because
a part of him blamed Apollo for never understanding
that Icarus loved him, that he let him plummet and die in the water.
No one ever told him either, that when Icarus fell,
Apollo went insane with grief.
I know, because every night I see the sun God
drown himself in the horizon,
to learn the painful process
of destroying and resurrecting himself
so that one day he can defy Olympus’ rule
of never resurrecting a mortal for Icarus,
the only person who loved him enough
to fly close to him but drowned instead, in the ocean’s deep.
[If he ever learns to resurrect mortals
the way he resurrects himself
Apollo’s favourite sight would always be Icarus rising
the way he does every morning, from the sea.
And my favourite memory will forever be
your sleep warm body softly breathing next to me.]



