In the aftermath of the Great Divide

In the aftermath of the great divide,
I thought grieving would be the order of the night,
Thus, I sought out a Slim-Free Zone,
a sanctuary in which to express myself.

Unexpectedly, but fortunately, sleep came to me instead.

I reveled in my peacefulness until 4:37am,
then the floodgates burst and the tears came,
finally, forcefully, without ceasing.
But, as I have mourned this same loss so many times before,
it was like an old friend stopping by to say “hi”:
I found there was no pain, just grateful release.