Pilgrim

I set out,
I set off
and unwittingly traveled
the path set forth by my grief,
and like a good pilgrim I trekked on
faithfully.

I’ve made my journey and
performed
the proper rites.
I’ve done the incantations,
I’ve said the words,
I’ve cursed
then praised
then cursed
the appropriate deities
and persons
and those self serving parts of myself,
and somehow through it all
I’ve stripped away the bits that hurt and stank and bled,
and ended up with the love with which I began.

I’m not sure what that means, but I think it means I’m supposed to be with you.