Grief is a cruel companion

Grief is a cruel companion

Who sits in my lap,

Laying her head on my chest,

And then whispers,

"He's dead."

OUCH!!!

Her steely sharp teeth

Chomp into my chest

So fast,

So hard,

All the way into my heart.

I can't breathe.

I can't see

I can't talk.

I need,

Really, really need

To scream.

But I can't.

She squeezes both hands

Around my throat

And I choke.

Tears fall.

"I'm sorry it hurts,"

Grief whispers.

"I'll sit with you,

Stand by you,

Comfort you,

The only way

I know how.

I won't let you forget

Or lose,

Or throw away

The love.

I promise.

I'm sorry it hurts."