Paeans - and Aches

over the years

Tuesday, September 08, 2015


Dust on his wheelchair
A stash of his chocolates
which you cannot bear to eat
His money box, which was always offered
to anyone who asked


Your shadow falls in unexpected places.
There are holes shaped just like you, in places you never went to.
All that was centred around you now drifts.


Grieving is not a process.
You do not recover from
losing what cannot be replaced.
The loss, and the grief, are now you too.
Until you go too.
Meanwhile, you learn
— you try to learn —
to not let it show


It feels profane
To write about you