Sometimes the fog of numbness lifts for a minute
And I find myself hard up against the grief...
Oh you were big!
A head the size of a mack truck...
Even though you’re gone
I feel your spirit still lingers...
Upon my arm I wear my heart
Its tears run red, my grief runs fast...
You said to me,
"grief isn't for you...
The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...
An ordinary day in October finds me collapsing
into a pile of leaves on the ground...
This grief is told of yonder meadows green
how far - as they appear from crater deep...
If only your words were falling leaves
How brightly my Autumn bonfires would burn...
This is what I remember.
My phone lights up...
My despair is mine alone
Don't tell me how to grieve...
Another tiring argument,
tear stained pillow and a long lonely night...