they say god laughs at those who make plans,

so does grief. 

except she sits beside you at the dinner table while you laugh amongst friends,

as you make your bed in the morning and she keeps caught in the corners of your mattress.

she remembers when you forget,

reminds you the knocking you feel isn't hollow at all,

rather full of the love,

the wonder left with nowhere to go.

she sits while god laughs and tugs at your pant leg.