Abstract
Now, there’s a grief loose in this house This one is a sneaky grief It likes to play hide and seek It will go quiet and then GROWL It jumps out at me It wakes me up at night Creeping under the blanket to nip at my toes Before curling its warm body beside me Where we fitfully rest together Sometimes I wake up crying But it doesn’t lick my tears I wish I could explain to people That I’m ok, really, or I will be But there’s a grief loose in this house Sometimes it trips me Sometimes I fall But I am not sad There’s a grief loose in this house It will be here for a long time . . . forever When I pick up a book Tom gave me Or read a poem he wrote This grief loose in my house is me paying my existential dues It’s the price I pay for love
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