Her name is Grief

Her name is Grief

When I was younger

Grief and I were acquainted

Not close

Grief was the friend of a friend

We sat together at banquet tables

Grief was a few rows over

Holding the hand of the people I loved

I would walk by and shake Grief’s hand

But I never took her home with me

I never invited her out for coffee

Still, Grief had her way with me

No longer are we merely acquainted

We are married


Tis a union that is unhappy

If only I could, I would divorce her

However, I am trapped

I am captive in the strangulation that is her cruel embrace

Now Grief comes with me to the banquet table

And my friends shake her hand

Now they are also acquainted with Grief

As I once was

I pray they will never know Grief

As closely as I know her now


Haley

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