a peculiar thing, grief
has a way of catching you off-guard.
i really thought i was okay today
but when i shut the door behind me
and sought you out in the blur
i was blindsided by the silence
that wrapped around my shoulders
like a thick blanket of ash.
i was doing fine just minutes ago
and i felt like i had your face locked away
(safe from harm -- and mostly, safe from me)
but now, now i just feel stabbed in the back
by your memory and the gaping hole
that you left when your body burnt up
all the love you'd stored for me.
a peculiar thing, grief
manages to slip out of your hands
straight back into your heart
right when you thought you had it handled.
