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
Dec 28, 2022
Dec 28, 2022 at 10:39 PM UTC
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
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