Lovely poem, with which I identify greatly, between the loss of a dear friend to suicide in 2006 and my lover to an accidental OD in 2020. I wrote at length about my friend here if you're interested and how my conversation years later with his soul through a legit psychic medium got me passed the not having saved him guilt. https://medium.com/illumination/dizain-of-suicide-72bcde4dc8d8 I've spoken to my lover's soul many times through the psychic too.

Regarding grief, in my essays I often say some form of: the pain pockets of grief have infinite depth, that these chasms can cause tears at a moments notice no matter how much time as elapsed, yet as the pockets drain, their infinite depth leaves foom for infinite amounts of Light to enter our lives.