Grief
Here I sit
Head in my hands
Listening to the raindrops
That keep falling out of my head
While I lay prone
Under the blankets
On top of my bed
I think of the death of you
The dead of you
Wondering if you could
Feel the burn of the flames
As they rolled your body
Into the
Crematorium
As the flames licked
Your face, hands, arms, legs
Or did you float above
It all watching
Laughing in your dark humor
I let the grief wash over me
Like the waves of the ocean
Sea salt in my hair and on my skin
Lap lap lapping over my naked toes
Dripping from my nose
As the raindrops
Fall down my cheeks
I can feel the grief
Creeping up on me
From the corners of my mind
During the quiet mornings
As the sun is just starting to
Peek over the horizon
As I stand in my bare feet
Naked toes
T-shirt just covering my knees
As the steam
Rises from my tea
The heat breaking through the coldness
I breathe it all in
I can see the
Fog rolling over the hills
They say with every ending
Leaves the door open for a
Brand new beginning
But who thought
This ending
Would end like this?
As I stand looking out
At the day
Opening before me
Knowing you no longer
Walk on this side of the green grass
I will have to walk alone
I still hear your laughter
In the corners of the darkened room
As I stir the grief
Into my steaming tea
I never thought it would just be me
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-E Wild © June 27, 2025
