What is not told (2012-15)

He asked me to stay and I felt exasperation.

He expressed love in the only way he knew how.

I was not moved.

He asked me to reconsider, and it didn’t even seriously occur to me; I was set on my course.

Where he saw love, I saw only fear and risk.

But now I cry for him,

I weep.

The tears well up as if I had not been crying this ten years hence.

When does grief end?