Hear this 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