Grief

Grief, to grieve

It’s blood loss from an old wound

That never stops it weep.

Not concrete, it’s the interchanging spiral, between victory and defeat.

An endless need

It’s the moments that you resent yourself for the air that you breathe.

For not taking heed, of their company,

The person you long to see.

"For a few minutes this morning I’d forgotten you’d left me."

But you and me, are still a we,

We are.

We are family.

An invisible tether that’s between us forever.

You in the sky, a million miles away from sight,

But always in my mind's eye.