Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2022
Grief is a tough customer.
very demanding,
never satisfied.

A debt collector,
with letters in caps.
How do I tell them you’re dead?

I saw you blue.
felt you cold,
smelt what replaced your blood.
Now you’re reduced to rubble.

Kiss your urn,
warm in my hands.
See you when I blink
cosmo naught
Written by
cosmo naught
     Cody Smith, --- and Christine Ely
Please log in to view and add comments on poems