Stages of Grief: Understanding Death
Understanding Death
Death is abstract.
It comes in varying forms,
and sneaks up on you.
Suddenly, she appeared.
As the universe tells us,
there are signs everywhere.
Should I have known?
I couldn’t have.
She never shows her true form
until the damage is done,
the lights turn off.
The air is dry.
Now I understand that ghosts
are real, and they mean
no harm or sorrow.
I feel it anyway.
Though body is ash
and stored away,
my love will not die.
I know he is with me, always.
This poem is about:
Me