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
❤️