You think it will kill you,
The grief.
You are convinced
That at any moment
The last bit of air will be syphoned from your lungs
And you
Mercifully
Will be finished.
After all, what else could be possible
Under these dire circumstances?
But time passes
As time does
The sun rises and sets
The moon looks in on you
And the birds urge you to get up,
Make something of yourself
And you don’t die.
You, miraculously, continue living
Doing, being, going, seeing
The next thing you know
Happy days appear betwixt the sad ones
Your face remembers how to smile
Your heart, how to laugh
Your body, how to dance
And you wonder sometimes
Silently, to yourself
Whether this is a betrayal,
This life…
This love, this meal, this book, this
Utter enjoyment
Of a world
Without them
I am beginning to see
That is not a betrayal
Oh, no!
It is a requiem
And all the love between us
Still exists
What was true yesterday is true today
And this life
He fought for this
For me, for us
And every time we laugh
Dance
Eat
Continue on in spite of ourselves
We honor him.