Endless

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.