Grief can be so slippery.
It will leave for five minutes, for an hour, even for an entire day. But then it finds it's way back. It comes back in so many forms that there can be no defense.
It slithers in on words a dear friend has sent. It echoes through the phone call from a long forgotten friend. It wraps around my heart while looking at photos. It clutches my belly while discarding the remnants of a life. It never wanders too far.
It slips in and out of my life.