Trouble with grief,

Is that we don’t know,

When it ends,

Just when it starts,

This overwhelming,

Feeling of pure loss,

That only we know,

It starts you think,

And then your heart begins to sink,

And then throe,

After throe,

Of stormy seas,

When will it cease,

Only our heart will show,

Us the ebb and flow.

Be with it child,

As if a fire wild,

Let it burn you,

Till you are through,

So you can stand,

Tears in the palm of your hand,

Saying,

Smiling,

pining,

For a peace once taken.

…

Love you R

…

🖤