when we first met
I only knew grief in its pure power
like when someone you love dies,
and you feel like you're slowly vanishing away with them
now that we don't know each other anymore
I've met a wicked kind of grief
the kind that you feel at any moment of the day
no matter how happy you are
or pretend to be
the kind that hurts like hell
almost a year later
and it still feels like the day after
there's no need to make a funeral
because I grieve someone who's still alive.
