Grief is this vast, open space
with no color or sound,
just an empty awareness of no
longer me and you.
The silence of your absence is
deafening at times.
So much of life is this one-way
taking place in a paradigm of my
It doesn't matter how much time
when I find myself here it is as
lonely for me
as the day you stopped
Grief sneaks up on me when I feel
vulnerable or afraid
and it pounces like a rabid dog,
infecting me with its' disease.
For a few moments, or hours I feel
myself a child again
lost amid the chaos of life with
no ability to interpret its' meaning.
And then life
it is all around me;
even now it calls my
"Mom, Mom, where are
And I am here
I am glad to be here
I just selfishly wish
you were here, too