by Nancy Browne

Created on: November 22, 2008

Easing Grief

I have to keep
reminding myself
you are gone
The ache still sits in reality
with a private reserve
of tear-jerking grief

Turbulence stirs
and at any given time
I miss, like I've never missed before
Any wise one knows
this is a prodigy of something deeper
something more grueling
that paralyzes a heart

I put
my mentality on the line
seeking solace
in a poem that will thicken
They say this is how you get over things
Through I don't believe it for one second
I've written forever
And I have never gotten over anything

But I have no alternative
I write and imagine
That it will lessen the grief
I don't expect any kind of vision
To come from this pen
I grant it whatever it
wishes to write
I have no backup plan
just moving forward
remembering reverse
sad and somber

A collector of thoughts
this sorry heart won't let go
I arrange it
re-arrange it
deal with it
settle for a non-existing peace

Together and alone
she and I will sit
in solitary confinement
for life

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