Grief isn’t gone – doesn’t disappear
it only goes into remission. It waits
always patient, to return with a word,
a familiar face, smell, place, or thought
to plunge you deep into the pit again.
Sure, the intensity lessens, that stabbing
pain that attacks the heart and strips away
until you are raw, becomes a deep
sadness, a haze instead of a bright Monet.
Grief never disappears, it just goes into
remission for a day, a night or even a week.