When I Met Avery

The day Avery died, the world didn't stop. The sun still rose. Birds still sang. But my world collapsed. Avery was my aunt. It was the best time of my life. I remember the way they said my name like it was yesterday. Now I talk to Avery when I visit a bookstore. I know they can't hear me. But saying it out loud makes it feel real. Grief is love with nowhere to go.