Wednesday, May 09, 2018

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."
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."

1 comment:

SharonA said...

Yes. That’s just how it feels.