I am Grief.
Shadows in your mind,
cobwebs in your throat,
shaking hands reaching for
someone who's no longer there.
An unbearable loss.
I leave you empty of words
and feelings
and life,
yet full of emptiness,
and sadness
and hurt.
Words are gone,
light is too bright,
sound is too loud,
life is too hard.
The lost one's voice,
a tinkle of laughter,
perk up in hope.
Remember that they're not there.
Death is permanent
and I am Grief,
your friend.