Bill

A grief poem

2017

I don’t know how to do this. 
Life goes on but a life is ending and it's hard to see clearly with all these feelings pooling on my glasses.

I want to ask God why.

How can the life and soul lose his life?
He seems fine.
He seems fine.
He laughs with vigour.

I know he's not young, but people who are so loved should get extra time.

I didn’t know my heart could break like this
because
I didn’t know a man without my blood could love me like family.
Love is thicker than water. 

I want to say “don’t go”,
but my tears feel selfish,
so I release them in the supermarket,
stifle them in my office toilets,
and I don’t call. 

I can’t watch him get sicker. 

He can’t lose more weight.
How will he carry his grandchildren?

He’s on his boat,
beer in hand, riding the tide.

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