Paper Cuts

I’m dying a death
by paper cuts
None are fatal yet
I’m bleeding
all over

Your jacket hanging on the door
waiting for you to go to work
A funny thought 
crosses my mind
I know you would enjoy.

Reminders that you
were here.
Reminders that you 
are gone.

A photo
A memory
fading
Our things remain mingled
together
as we once were.

I crawl away
But a force I cannot fathom 
(grief?)
drags me back and
drops me in the middle 
of it all
“Look at it! You are not done!”

I am dying a death by
paper cuts
None are fatal
Yet the bleeding
never
stops. ~Shari Heath~