What is grief?
Grief is the ocean that reminds you what salt
In a wound burns like.
It sits with you like the moon.
2 am is never a good time to think.
But still, I dare it to remind me
Of when it was the four of us
And not just three.
Grief wears me like a new purchase
And I let it.
It is a new pair of glasses
Without the rose-colored tint.
I can see you for who you are,
I tell New Jersey.
Grief is nostalgia after its had a few
It is time when it chooses to stay
But the sun still rises every morning.
Grief makes good
On the word: forever.
It splits your life into two parts:
Before and after.
Grief is the cost of living
And the price is
One you will never be able to pay off.
Grief is a part of who I am now.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Grief is the change I always dreaded
And she is here to stay.