here with you

A poem for the grieving

the phantom of grief

grips the heart

with iron hands

demanding stillness

until pain becomes

an all consuming moment

asking:

“Why did you leave me?”

no answer

will ever satiate the longing

for return

nor the hope to wake

from what should be a bad dream

but in the quiet

between wails and sighs

a still whisper echoes

in the distance

“i’m always here,

by your side”