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IF YOU KNEW

What if you knew you’d be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater, tearing them,
giving back the ragged stubs,
you might take care to touch that palm,
brush your fingertips
along the life line’s crease.

When a man pulls his wheeled suitcase
too slowly through the airport, when
the car in front of me doesn’t signal,
when the clerk at the pharmacy
won’t say, “Thank you,” I don’t remember
they’re going to die.

A friend told me she’d been with her aunt.
They’d just had lunch & the waiter,
a young gay man with plum black eyes,
joked as he served the coffee, kissed
her aunt’s powdered cheek when they left.
Then they walked half a block & her aunt
dropped dead on the sidewalk.

How close does the dragon’s spume
have to come? How wide does the crack
in heaven have to split?
What would people look like
if we could see them as they are,
soaked in honey, stung & swollen,
reckless, pinned against time?
⠀⠀⠀⠀
– Ellen Bass
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2 months ago

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2 months ago

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Beautiful.When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you gets fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.

Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.

Flickers of guilt kindle regret
For all that was left unsaid or undone.

There are days when you wake up happy;
Again inside the fullness of life,
Until the moment breaks
And you are thrown back
Onto the black tide of loss.

Days when you have your heart back,
You are able to function well
Until in the middle of work or encounter,
Suddenly with no warning,
You are ambushed by grief.

It becomes hard to trust yourself.
All you can depend on now is that
Sorrow will remain faithful to itself.
More than you, it knows its way
And will find the right time
To pull & pull the rope of grief
Until that coiled hill of tears
Has reduced to its last drop.

Gradually, you will learn acquaintance
With the invisible form of your departed;
And, when the work of grief is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
To wean your eyes
From that gap in the air
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.

– “For Grief” by John O’Donohue
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2 months ago

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One of the best books I have read in a long time. Torre DeRoche mixes love, grief, loss, travel adventure, with lashings of sensitivity and a great deal of humour. She is my new favourite author. Thank you Torre! The Worrier's Guide to the End of the World. ...

One of the best books I have read in a long time. Torre DeRoche mixes love, grief, loss, travel adventure, with lashings of sensitivity and a great deal of humour. She is my new favourite author. Thank you Torre! The Worriers Guide to the End of the World.
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