Have you ever been stuck in the freezing cold
cold so cold your eyelashes turn inward
and your toes spring off your feet?
Cold so cold it makes dead bodies shiver
and rocks beg for mercy?
But when you make your way indoors
the heat sinks into your pores
and you find yourself thanking God,
even if you don’t believe He exists?
Grief is like that,
except you never get to go inside.