Grief wails like a freight train into the night,
waking forsaken dreams.
Unwrap disappointment & find grief inside;
denial is one more disguise.
Grief is the knock we ignore at the door,
that lurks when we turn off the light.
Invite friends for dinner & banter subsides
whenever grief pulls up a chair.
When summer winds buffet us, grief falls
away; fat bumblebees quiet its keening.
Grief shrinks & swells like shade at our heels,
yet finds us wherever we hide.
A map & a suitcase chase grief down the road;
grief lies when it whispers goodbye.
