grief is a friend
that visits me time and time again
she made my stomach sick in celebrations
and flooded my eyes with oceans
and made me ask endless "what-ifs"
and visited me in my sleep.
grief is a friend
that appears in the middle of the night
your grandmother's silhouette
is just a coat on the door
your dog, laying asleep
is just a puddle of blankets
on the hallway floor
grief is a friend
that clouds all tomorrows
and plagues time with
endless hazes of yesterdays
her presence gets stronger
with every drink
because futures awaiting forward
are daunting, clear but with no direction
without them.
grief is a friend
that grows inside in silence,
while others boast in laughter -
grief is a long winter,
while you shiver with frozen tears,
waiting for the next shimmering blue sky...
grief is a friend
that visits me time and time again...
but before she leaves
she'll introduce you to her worst side:
not grieving what was,
but what could have been.
