the consistency of waves

It didn't matter what we were feeling at the moment our tears flowed often over the loss of Pops some mornings we woke up and wore sadness like a robe later feeling lighter knowing he was watching us from aboveIt didn't matter that we felt confused and angry that death often deals some cruel jokes that no one understands our exact deep pain, then suddenly a sweet distant memory temporarily pulled us from that mireIt didn't matter that our hearts felt so wounded a heaviness that held us to the g