Poured

In the quiet hours, grief settles into the spaces beside us. A lone woman sits with the night, holding words meant for someone who will never answer again. The moon keeps watch, the stars bear silent witness, and a single flame burns against the weight of absence.

A glass rests nearby, poured intentionally, knowing it will never be lifted. Conversations still transpire but the one sided silence is louder than the cries of the woman.

This piece speaks to the tender ache of living after loss, and to the quiet truth that love endures even when the person we long for is gone. Poured a drink, as well as poured a sea of tears. Prints available now!