I never knew what pure grief meant
Until you passed.
If words could soothe this pain,
I’d write until my ink ran dry,
Speak until my voice gave way to silence.
When your blood spilled, mine did too.
When you left, a part of me followed.
I grieved until sickness took hold,
While Recovery waited
Quietly at my door, face full of sorrow.
You are my blood,
My Pie
Ever-present within me
In the silence, pain whispers your name
And breaks my heart all over again.
Now, when I smile, it feels like pretend—
A mask I wear in a world turned blue.
Grief, relentless, folds into mourning.
My heart, fragile.
My soul, cracked open.
Your life, stolen by dawn,
Leaving only memories
Trapped as constant reminders