Grief

One minute I think of you
I'm fine
Next minute I think of you
I'm broken
Time heals all wounds
but the going is tough
emotional wounds
open, oozing grief
something neosporin
won't cure
your spirit is free
my spirit is bound
One minute I'm angry
Next minute I'm sobs
I've been here and
done this
passing of a loved one
it doesn't make it easier
it is familiar
it is not fun
but...it is
what it is
so be it.