Patchwork [Poetry]

grief

How do you deal with grief?

I think I have learned to overlap my sadness like a blanket, it's the only kind of warmth I know. There are holes in it for some fleeting moments of peace to come in. There are constellations stuck in my head and dust clouds fogging my thoughts. I've learnt to live with it, I say. But am I really living in the first place? What's gone is gone, what good will it do weeping on, but the presence of absence is a stronger one. There are ghosts living in my head. Their voices blend in but they all say, the same thing in different ways. How do you deal with grief? You don't, you don't, you let it's stay. You let it create, in your heart an empty space. And you watch that space grow, untill it's the only thing that's there, and you disappear.