The dead do not harm us, only the alive.
Things don't matter, people do
I can only strive for what is important
I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.
I need them and they need me to need them
I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.