Grief is Like Popcorn

It waits in silence,

patient, invisible,

sometimes for minutes,

sometimes for days.

You carry it with you,

unseen, until it is ready to explode.

And then it bursts.

A laugh from the past.

A smell you thought 

you’d forgotten.

A thought that knocks 

the air from your chest.

You cannot predict it.

You cannot prepare for it.

Each pop hits with surprise,

yet each one reminds you

that love is alive inside you.

Even in the stillness,

love finds a way to pop again.

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