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Words for the Journey

Discover a sanctuary of perspectives, tools, and shared experiences written for people living with grief.



 

 

She is gone

yet, I am not alone

although

I’d rather be.

 

You have come

to take her place

to fill the void.

A new companion

easing your way into

every crack and crevasse

every space

Within me, that was once hers

only hers

to occupy.

 

A mercurial friend

steadfast

loyal, yet

unpredictable, so

selfishly possessive.

 

At times

you simply

linger near

as if I need reminding

that you are still

here.

 

Other times

you stare me down

demanding

that I see you

feel  you

know you

Pay heed, that

you are there

How dare

I

ignore

you.

 

At night you lie

next to me

sometimes gently stirring

until I fall asleep

other times

thrashing about

we stay awake

together

you and I

until sunrise.

 

Should I push you

away

You only pull me

closer

in a ferocious,

angry grip

as if to own  me

A jealous lover

holding me

hostage.

 

You’ve long outstayed

your welcome

but you have

no sense of time

there is no rush

no other place

to be, it seems

you have no plan

and while days turn

into weeks,

then months

I start to fear

perhaps

you will stay

with me

forever