"I can't put out the fire

But I'll stay with you

While the edges of the night

grind against your temples"

“The End

It feels a lot like the end

How the clouds clap

How the skyscrapers sway

Before everything shatters

The sirens somersault on and on

Down the mountain”

“When Grief comes knocking, answer the door. Let her in.

Let her tell you all that was lost. Let her remind you how marvelous it was. Let her paint your memories in slow motion, let her sing your story with a cello. Let her teach you gratefulness and how to pay attention. Do not turn her away at the door. If you do, she will come back again knocking.”