Bereavement is a condition that never clears up
No matter how hard I try, it is always there
The pain
The emptiness
The changed me
The scoldings for not being over it
The loneliness
The shame
The guilt
The tears
The longing
The fear
The rejection
Her death is
no
guarantee,
no insurance,
that I
will
not
lose again.
There is no
way
to
protect myself
from
further loss.
That is deeply
frightening.
What do
I
do with
that?
Well,
I guess
I
notice
how precious
today is
&
how deeply