Unlike the apple on my table, which will start rotting in the next few days. Grief remains raw like a fresh wound. The wound does not heal with time it becomes something else, something without a shape, size, or smell. It becomes everything and keeps changing its form with each passing day.
Grief can be
an empty chair
messy bed
stained mirror
cigarette buts
empty packets of chips
Amy Winehouse songs
unread messages
Monsoon rains
Below average poems
A splitting headache
and
nothing.
General Laws of physics don't apply to grief, time has no effect on it.
Grief is a cage and which just gets bigger with time.
We just get used to it, like an apple on a table.