Left Me Hollow
I don’t know what stage of grief I am in.
I said my goodbye.
I went to the funeral.
I cried.
She felt so cold.
She looked like she was sleeping.
I remember thinking they closed the casket all too suddenly,
Put her in the ground too fast.
Surely I haven’t moved on so fast?
But I feel nothing.
I think of her and I feel nothing.
I sit around and I do nothing.
I feel no desire.
I feel no grief.
I feel no loss.
There is nothing in me.
I am hollow.
My life is hollow.
Why can’t I cry?
Why can’t I sob?
Why aren’t I in pain?
I should be.
This is the greatest loss I’ve ever known.
It has reminded me how death loves to remain very close.
Everything will end.
It’s all meaningless.
Everything will end.
I already said my goodbyes.