There is all of this grief you are carrying

and all of this grief I am carrying

and we met and fell in love

but neither of us knew where to put all this grief

it's so much of us and so heavy,

so we let it spill all over each other,

let it colour our edges like soot and smoke

then slowly it turned inward,

found its way into our mouths,

and neither of us knows where the fire is,

yet here we are in ashes, in ashes,

looking for something that may not exist

holding each other and saying,

it will be all right.

It will be all right.

- Nikita Gill