by Stacy Jackson

Created on: November 29, 2008

I woke up with Grief today.
He listened to my fears.
I felt him cruelly smiling
As he drank up all my tears.

He followed me to work
And shared my office chair.
No single person stopping by
Even noticed he was there.

Grief joined me at our table
And took your favorite seat.
He delighted so in staring
As I struggled hard to eat.

Grief is my mister now
Since you have passed away.
My life with you was temporary,
But Grief is here to stay.

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