window

grief is like a window

clear glass, an enclosure

you don’t realize you’re seeing the glass

until the light has a glare

you notice the window

when the view isn’t quite right

grief is the window

I see through it every day

I don’t notice it

until I do.

a beautiful view out there

but the glass alters it

when you touch the grief (glass)

it’s all you notice

all you see

the sheen of glass (tears in my eyes)

a beautiful day (memory)

obstructed because I’m not really in it

I’m behind the glass (still here, alive)

but you, my love(s), are out there

(in the great beyond)

and I cannot be in both places at once

but I can look through the window (grief)

and see you outside (in my memory)