Paeans - and Aches

over the years

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

J

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.
Always.
Until you go too.
Meanwhile, you learn
— you try to learn —
to not let it show

***

It feels profane
To write about you

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