The Wall

Overdose fallout comes with too many spectators trying to make meaning out of your ruin. You can love someone so hard and still not be able to keep them on shore. There are versions of them in my head that never got to finish growing up. The shame around this kind of loss lands on the living like ash. People treat this kind of grief like it needs a moral at the end and I hate that. I am grieving the years that got fed to something hungry and stupid and bigger than us. The phone used to make my stomach drop before it ever brought actual news. There was a person here. That should be enough to say first.