(I have been thinking about grief lately….)
In a heady daze of low-grade dizziness.
Wishing for sleep.
Dreams skirting around the edges of my mind –
but never committing.
Quitting the housework after the washing up
Over the edge of the sink –
Your plate clattering to the floor,
As I stared out the window.
A quiet hum in my head,
Numb from the shock.
Empty pages waiting ages for confirmation,
A consummation never to arrive.
No thriving character to birth,
Worthy of time.
a lifeless husk.
I find it hard to breathe.
Focus is gone,
As if under water.
I come up empty.
Living in the twilight,
Papery thin –