When I lost you.
It was more like
losing a piece of myself.
An arm or a leg perhaps.
I found myself learning how
to function with
amputated limbs.
How to climb stairs
and dress myself again.
People told me
grief is a series of milestones.
ending at acceptance.
So I went on the long journey.
Up the circular stairs
of a lighthouse.
That touched the sky.
At the very top.
After many months.
of climbing with
my wounds bleeding.
I think
I reached acceptance.
The light was brilliant.
It blinded me with its intensity.
But when my eyes became
Accustomed to its brightness.
I could not find you anywhere.
And found myself
At the bottom
of the stairs again.