Whether you arrived through grief, curiosity, or quiet resonance, I’m grateful you stopped by. Thank You.
Beginning
Whenever I visited my wife’s gravesite, I felt the peacefulness of a warm sun, gentle breeze, birds chirping and rustling leaves from high above.
And yet, when I looked past several rows of embedded stone markers, I could not feel this peacefulness—only silence. She was always there, a gray-haired woman, dressed in dark clothing, seated on a portable chair. Her head was lowered, eyes fixed on the gravestone. She never moved, never looked up, never a sound.
Over time, her image stayed with me. It was not just a memory, but a mirror of my buried feelings in the depths of silence. And this was the beginning of stepping into grief, a road alone, and shared paths through poetry.
Future Writes
I’ve been thinking of writing more about grief, a road alone, and shared paths. Maybe through short stories, chapbooks, and other upcoming projects.
If these ideas resonate with you, I’d love to hear your thoughts in Comments.
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E.K. Mitsunaga 