Two Vast and Trunkless Legs of Stone

Are you becoming what you've always hated?

It surges, and sighs

It runs low and runs high

It can seem to be done but then overflow.

Grief isn't just love with nowhere to go.

It's rage, and it's sadness

It's laughter, and madness

It's wanting to follow where you can not (should not) go.

Grief is (not) just love with nowhere to go.

It's all the things left unspoken

It's all the potential left unwoken

It's all the things, but nothing left to show.

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.