Saturday, July 3, 2010


Engulfing... Consuming

the darkness that from this news comes

robs me

of the option of grief

Swifty. Sadly

Everyday I face the same truth

Pain is like a thief in the night

Deep, quiet, persistent, unfair...

Puzzled. Illogical

How do I make sense of such a random act?

In my grief I realize,

death is sad and final...

To me it once was said

'To honour our lost loves, we must live our own lives well'