When you lose someone, in whatever capacity, you lose a universe of tiny things that existed between you. And perhaps what is worse, you also lose the potential that universe has to expand.

ineffability feels like that ache when something inside you moves too deeply to name. like when you stare at the sea and feel it breathing with you, but you can’t tell if it’s sadness or peace. it’s the moment your chest tightens but no words come out — not because you don’t know what to say, but because what you feel doesn’t belong to language.

how

Tincture (Andrea Gibbson)

Imagine, when a human dies,
the soul misses the body, actually grieves
the loss of its hands and all
they could hold. Misses the throat closing shy
reading out loud on the first day of school.
Imagine the soul misses the stubbed toe,
the loose tooth, the funny bone. The soul still asks, Why
does the funny bone do that? It’s just

Tincture

Andrea Gibson

1975 –2025

Imagine, when a human dies,
the soul misses the body, actually grieves
the loss of its hands and all
they could hold. Misses the throat closing shy
reading out loud on the first day of school.
Imagine the soul misses the stubbed toe,
the loose tooth, the funny bone. The soul still asks, Why
does the funny bone do that? It’s