poems of loss: grief

Grief breaks through the carefully crafted facade.

It seeps through the cracks.

Like lava.

Loss. Loss. Loss.

You were in the middle. Alive. Whole. Vibrant with being. Loved.

Today, a black hole. Because everything does inexorably move towards you.

You were there. And then not.

Being. Absence.

And, we all have to pick up the hole and carry it with us.