I have recently discovered
That it is all true,
Grief comes in waves.
It kind of feels weird to say
that I am grieving you.
You're not dead
Hell, you're not even
Out of my life yet.
But here I am
One minute floating
serenely, The next
fighting brutal tsunamis
I'm not grieving you
I'm grieving me.
And the waves
Of wishing to the moon
That you were the one.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Portfolio
PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
