The Grief Leaf

My beautiful friend was dying. She didn't want anyone to see her. She didn't want to talk about it. I couldn't speak about it with others. No visits. No conversations. Just grief. I struggled with the grief. I couldn't untangle it. Then, one day I was walking through the park and I saw a leaf - and in it I saw my grief. Goose bumps. Enlightnment. Relief. I took the leaf home and wrote about it. The next day I saw anoother. and another. 

passing

I saw something