When Time Was Kissed

Some grief disappears quickly.

Some stays.

This poem speaks of the kind that stays long enough to become something else.

Instead of collapsing the world, it reshapes it. Instead of shouting, it carves. The image of water wearing down stone reminds us that gentleness can be stronger than force.

The sorrow described here does not ask for attention. It transforms quietly.

And in that transformation, something unexpected happens:

What was mourned begins to endure.

The poem invites us to see grief not only as pain, but as a current that can guide, deepen, and steady.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 09th: https://alkonda.com/2026/03/09/when-time-was-kissed/