GRIEF HAS A FUTURE
It is said (I've heard it said) that
grief has a future - with eyes you
can recognize, with a face that bears
resemblance (bears resemblance nightly
to a million things). I will write these notes,
and keep them (keep them here, by this
candlelit nook). She is crying again, and
all those raging teardrops roll down her face.
In the alcove and hallway, there is a little,
dim shining, a reflection of something old,
or something new in passing. Something
passes (something passes that way, away).
It seems to be a living thing, yet flickers,
fades, and then - it too - passes.
(It too passes away).