Mitali laments the countless deaths, grief and losses during the pandemic. It’s a dirge, exclusively for Different Truths.
The combined grief of men matters — the combined pain. I mourn, mourn the loss of uncles, aunts, parents, friends. I mourn, mourn the loss, the passing of an age that is gone — gone is an era, an eon, an epoch of respite in their smiles. Those are lost. I miss the love, the heart, the kindness, the gentle touch, the voice that said you matter. You are loved. All that is gone. I had thought I was strong. I could take death in my stride and move on. But I find the cracks growing, growing into wide rifts that distance from Others. I find being loving kills. In pursuit of the strength to love amidst this chaos of death, in this unloving, disrespectful hate-filled, venomous wait, I sing to the sadness of fate. I sing to the strength of love that gives without expecting a return. I sing my dirge.
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