The Thing About Grief

The Thing About Grief :

The thing about grief is

It knows what I did and

It knows what I did not say.

It sentenced me to a life of excavating

Things my little head can not understand

But I patched it all together with string andn rubber bands.

The thing about grief is

Few people know that the I goes before the E

And it's hard to give away because it's

The last thing you gave to me.

I've scrambled it together and

Collaged it in a lighted frame

Sometimes I'm scared to speak your name.

Ooh you were young a beautiful

You should have grown to be old

Like I'll grow old - no you will not.

You left me here to join the dots

I'm gonna speak them.

The thing about grief is

It took what I loved and it buried her deep away.

It makes no sense but it's interesting in it's own way.

Some days I still assume I'm gonna see your face again

But I always assume.

The thing about grief is

It gets kind've boring for the

People who don't yet know.

Your friends - some they will wander off and

Most will wish you'd just move on sister.

But black is the colour 'cause it

Doesn't seem to have an end

I've heard it changes and

You'll make new friends.

Oooh - you were young a beau-ti-ful.

You should have grown to be old

I will grow old, no you will not.

You left me here to join the dots.

I'm gonna speak them.