my heart is buried on hours of land

a lamentation At Jernee’s Burial Site. Sunday, May 31, 2026. Photo Collage Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt eight months later, you stillvisit me as I’m visiting you, andmy world has shifted topeacefulness in other forms. you were my peace.you were my comfort.you were my joy. although, it is becoming familiarin the void, I’m still breathlesswithout you. I don’t think the same.I don’t move the same.the woman I am turning intowishes she had your knowingstare in front of her. but this is grief…I am covered in loveI carry in my bones for you—you’restill in every blink of myeyes and every curl of myfingers. I can feel you in the gapsand pauses of time—you areeverywhere and nowheresimultaneously… and on mostdays, that is a heartbreak Ishovel through until myarms give way to the painsleeping in their veins. my forever fur baby—you willnever know how centered youkept me—how grounded I grewto be in the comfort ofyour care. maybe you felt it as youwere dying.maybe you smelled it asyou watched me…