It is hard not to feel your absence
The memories I cannot yet allow
are now
Boundaries
Which cage me into a narrow space of being
A space with little room
for change
Or patience
Or understanding.
And grief knapps everything.
It gives
Smiles, sugar, butter, tea,
a sharp edge.
Still, shanks can be used
To cut yourself free.
You always said,
“The only way out is through.”
But
It’s an endless walk, my love for you.
