grief (Patreon)

I used to cry to you 
In bed wrapped around you 
You would ask: “What’s wrong?”
I told you that one day 
We would be separated 
By death 
And that one lifetime wasn’t enough 
That I would never have enough time with you 
But I am still alive 
And you are still alive 
And death wasn’t what separated us 
And I have come to know
That life is just one long grieving process 
And there is comfort 
In finally understanding that