Caves

Grief 

carves out a hollow space inside,

a cavern, if you will,

of walls that echo back

the howling wind of longing loss.

And you never knew before 

that a depth so deep could contain you,

(no, you never knew

the depths of you)

or that the the constant drip of your tears

will build gemstones in that place, 

eventually,

in that place that once felt impossibly dark,

and cold,

and empty.

(in fact, it might always feel that way.)