Grief unsettles me. I do not pour it lightly on the page. You dredge the lees of my words, claiming this is needful, this cleansing of the palate. What I taste is absence.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt:
This weekend we’re asking for 33 words about a new beginning.
An ending is a beginning, is it not?