To the many faces of grief
I never know who you'll be
Sometimes, you're an old friend
And we talk, blissfully remembering
Sometimes, you are the pain in my bones
Other days, you're a headache I can't shake
Yesterday, you gripped my breath
And did not let go until the tears shed
Today, I'm afraid to open the door
Will you be holding flowers and things for tea?
Or are you here to take everything from me?