Grief

Grief
It is an ocean
of longing
of feeling
 
Sometimes it recedes
and we lie,
beached,
catching our breath
seeing glimpses
of what it was like
to not grieve
 
Sometimes
it engulfs us
drowning us in the past
in our love
and loss.
 
And
eventually
even with wounds unhealed
wounds
that will never heal
we are borne away
on a strange tide
to an unfamiliar land,
left
to find our way.
 
And our past
is seen
through windows
in a house
we cannot
enter
in a place
where we
are strangers
now.
 
© 2017 TGL
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