The Hunt of Grief

Lost in the forest—searching, searching, but

All I can see are trees surrounding me

Dense foliage thick with the scent of pine and

The rushing of green and brown as I run

Searching, searching, always searching, but I

Cannot find you among the blurring trees

* * *

My heart races, adrenaline pulsing

Through my veins as I grow more desperate

You have left no tracks behind, no scent or

Sign of where you’ve gone, but I will find you

I will hunt you down, I will locate you

I will bring you with me back to our home

And then everything will be all right

* * *

A light beams far away, a flash of you

I race toward it, my legs are burning

Faster, faster I run, closer I get

Light surrounds me, your image closes in

I can almost touch you, the light burns me—

* * *

Then I wake up and find that you’re still dead.