Absence of Grief

Absence of Grief

I sit surrounded by the possessions of my dead

Yet I have never grieved or shed a tear

I feel that they never really left me

I feel that they are all still here

At night when the world is so silent, I hear all of their voices

They visit me in my dreams as I sleep

Is repressed grief making me crazy

Because I never did weep

Does my continued connection to them keep them from rest

Is it my need that constantly draws them near

Is it time that I found a way to grieve

And finally faced my fear.