It’s been sudden, filled with horror,
and also happening over time that I
have fallen victim to this crime.
Death broke the lock on my heart’s door,
its dark shadow penetrating to my core.
It stole the closest souls from me, and
in its wake, left its cold companion grief–
the most ruthless thief.
Grief, you see, moves into the void left by death,
grafting itself around the heart. It knows the memories
from which you can never part.
Always bringing them to mind, it daily robs you of
healing. Leaving you instead with scar tissue at its
source, to forever nurse that inescapable numb feeling.