Building memories

without you

feels like not having

all the bricks

or any mortar.

I keep seeing

you

through the spaces

and the cracks

that you would

occupy

if

you were here.

Grief is hard. It is hard to sit in and feel it. My first instinct is to run, but I have learned, grief can’t be out run. It can be numbed for a while, but it always surfaces and demands to be dealt with. How I deal with it is important. Writing this poem helped ease the pain some. Creative expression offers a place to sort and identify and reveal what I feel and what I think. Dear Reader, if there is someone that your heart is missing. My heart goes out to you.