The thing about grief is
It gets kind’ve boring for the
People who don’t yet know.
Your friends – some they will wander off and
Most will wish you’d just move on sister.
But black is the colour ’cause it
Doesn’t seem to have an end
which strikes me as kind of true, because I think, as a culture, we grow impatient quickly, we move on to the next thing, we wonder why people can’t “just get over it”, even though it can take us our lifetime to process some of the things we’re working through… and grief, I suspect, like life, success, love, and most everything else, just doesn’t happen in a straight line.