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'
