Grief is the space you used to be,
the breath you breathed
that rustled kitchen curtains.
Grief is the space of everything
that left me leaden, left me,
vanished into who cares.
Grief is the space where I find nothing
of your laughter, only memories
I embellish. You won’t mind.
inspired by Jane Edberg's "The Fine Art of Grieving" and the dVerse prompt, just for laughs:
HI Nolcha, a sad and poignant take on the prompt.
This is profoundly grief sticken. A grief where even the memory of laughter is lost. It is so very sad. seanatbogie poetography.ink
The whole thing is touching and exact, but the ending is particularly so.
-Cris, The Scribbletorium
Poignant. :)
-kittysverses
What darkness when the laughter is gone.