Grief circles back like an old song,
A tonic note I can’t outgrow;
Each silence shaped by where you’re gone
Grief circles back like an old song.
I hum your name to carry on
Through rooms only the echo knows;
Grief circles back like an old song,
A tonic note I can’t outgrow.
Tag: grief poem
Tonic Note
Grief circles back like an old song,
a tonic note I can’t outgrow;
each silence falls where you are gone.
Grief circles back like an old song.
I hum your name when nights are long
through rooms only the echoes know.
Grief circles back like an old song,
a tonic note I can’t outgrow.
They Said She Flew
Kate always said she wanted to fly.
I thought it was stupid.
She had everything here.
Kate always wanted to fly.
She tried once.
Tried again.
Didn’t succeed.
Gravity won.
Kate always wanted to fly.
She said she still did.
I was against it.
I didn’t like her in the sky,
away from me.
Kate always wanted to fly.
She texted me at midnight.
I didn’t ask why.
Kate’s seat was empty today.
They said she flew.