They say, go with the flow.
When a loved one dies, we are told to
let them go. To go with the flow.
But liquid has its own magic.
It may flow;
it may turn into an impenetrable wall.
Walls of earth and marble and ceramic
separate us from the dead.
But what if these walls have their
own magic too?
These walls may disappear, may flow,
into our minds full of tears,
and cleanse our hearts to
pump renewed blood once more.