grief, a companion

Grief, a companion

I name them all. Fear, anger, love, shame, guilt, grief, and love.

Yet grief remains in front, a walking, running, screaming hole of fullness.

Deep sorrow.

Sorrow so deep the words barely touch the loss, the hole.

On this first day of the new year, I cry. The first act, emotion, thought of the new year.

Know you are beloved, written into the fiber of my being just like my other children.

And, I am so angry you will never be here again.