Grief is like a bubble,
It is a memory
you cannot escape from.
The moment you close, and open your eyelids.
I close my eyes and I dance with euphoria.
Pain is constant,
its the consistency
you never gave me.
Like floating in jello,
slow but sweet.
Time feels the same,
but my hands are getting older.
But never the wiser.
I don’t think anyone has hurt me
as bad as you did.
You make it hard to forgive.
A hurt so constant,
it becomes a second limb.
Another vein,
a life force.
The words you’ve said
they haunt me.
Can’t escape them.
Good and the bad.
Dark and the light.
Day and Night.
Grief knows no bounds.
Is silent in sound.
Even if it weighs so heavy,
it treads lightly.
Because you never expect it.
Creeps up so fast,
but lingers so long.
An endless song,
The deepest ocean,
Quick sand,
A drowning cave,
A heart break.
The end of the song.
The bottom of the ocean.
The pit of the cave.
The middle of the sand.
A healed heart.
The end.