The Years

Twenty years
have come and gone
still there are tears.
How to recover?
I do not know
Where to turn?
I cannot say.
I feel just as I did -
wrenching pain
of loss
and still
the world looks on
as if nothing is amiss.
The only change are
the number of years
nothing else
nothing quite seems real.
Grieve engulfs me
terribly
hammers at my resolve.
I must carry on
continue on,
the dream must stay alive!

When you Love Someone

It hurt bad
I know
I can see it on your face.
When they leave you
their essence flitters everywhere.
you may find a penny
they left you
sweet smell of roses
assail you
try to comfort you.
The scent of them lingers
memories embrace and tell you
of much warmer days.
Something shifts inside you
touch deep, deep inside you
then all you can do
is just cry.
Cry until you don't have to
because they loved you
and you loved them.
When you love someone
they never really leave you.

What Not to Say

What Not to Say

It's funnny how you go
intending to show
you much you care.
You trample the fragile grass
of hope,
left in reserve
for a time when hope is scarce.

"Sorry for your loss"
is tossed like a sauce
that stings an empty soul.
A tear forced here,
cracked voice there
that offers no warmth
to those now left in the cold.

"So how did he die?"
A dagger in the heart,
a fresh wound bleeds 
with each uttered breath.
Maybe next time 
you will get the report 
that pays for the salt
you carried for treating the wounds.

"I will talk to you then."
A promisory note
that brings us to the end 
of a most difficult talk.