You learn that it is possible
To cry all day and cry all night
And wake up crying from the sleep
You don’t remember losing to.
You learn you can be split in halves
Or thirds, or quarters, but no more,
Attending to the tasks and those
Who do not have the words you need.
You learn the shape of family
With bleeding fingers lining up
The edges on the other shards
The broken part has left behind.
You learn that gravity of loss
Is infinite, explaining why
(He would have rolled his eyes at this)
There’s weight in massless emptiness.
Minakhi Misra 