we’ve made our mistakes
loved who we’ve loved
bettered our lives
where and when we could
believe this is what we’re here for

but our stories are ending
notions rupturing
people dying
our stories unravelling
in ways we couldn’t have wanted and didn’t expect

peace become palliative
certainty uncertain
lost we live on
with the ones we still have
struggling to accept the moral arcs of our lives are concluding

some part of grief is shame
we fail the ones we love
lose control of the past
wonder at some level if everything was probably our fault all along

this is story of grief we want
we were whole and at peace
a week or two ago
until we were abruptly broken
and now we pull ourselves together and make amends with our enemy time

so we make new mistakes
love who we love
better our lives
where and when we can
and believe this is what we’re here for