The Tower and The Hierophant

And what of grief, do you recall?

Perhaps the way the coldness filled you

How it settled home within your bones

As the tremors in your fingers grew

The sudden silence of the room

Or the numbness in your every limb

Perhaps the lump you can never swallow

As the gathering oceans spill over the brim

And what of grief do you fear most?

Perhaps the way it pulls you down, down, down

Could it be the pain that follows?

The thousand cuts that pierce you ‘round

The loneliness, no matter where you go

And the way it chokes and drowns

Or that one day you’ll wake with no memory

Of the way they look, or smell, or sound