Thoughts on Grieving
The bland sunset streaks over the sky
I look at your picture and I Lie
To everyone and their questions
The constant stream; It never ends.
But still I watch the sun, it never loses
Shape. Moving after a life undone
Is the hardest pain to take.
I go to the store
And you’re not there,
I go to the grave –
This life isn’t fair.
The air smells sweet
As we sit and watch the sun.
I could lie here all day,
My life is undone.