Loss

Loss

I went on

and on,

busy as a bee,

senseless.

I forgot to mourn

I went on

but I cannot.

I stop

and there is:

I don’t know.

I went to her grave.

She said:

Why don’t you stay

just a bit longer

I was frightened

but

I turned back

and stayed

just a bit longer

Then I left.

Life is not the same

now

but as before

the ground moves

all

the

time