Hear this poem spoken:

Grief is

Hearing chords/Looking up/Blinking away thoughts

Of who

Might have been

 

Grief is

Squeezing the wheel/Feeling unsure/Pushing away thoughts

Of where

I can drive to now

 

Grief is

Staring at the paper/Seeing red/Flushing away thoughts

Of why

This happened to us

 

Grief is

Moaning in shower/Feeling unsteady/Draining away thoughts

Of when

I might feel better