I think that grief cannot be reconciled
only recycled
95% post consumer content
used-reformed-resized
like reincarnation
if I believed in such a thing
today grief shows itself
first as a dream
come early
with intent to haunt my day with longing
awakened with a start
I breathe a cold beginning
trying hard to both remember and forget
now grief sits on me as a memory
small pieces of a once used love
reformed into a quilt of yesterdays
sweet and touchable
a warm place
worn almost bare
and smoothed with use
it wraps around my heart
and catches tears that flow
it comforts me
as I remember happiness
and long for home
