The thing about grief is it creeps up on you
In the most unexpected moments
It comes in waves,
Each time you think you will withstand the next one,
It takes over you, knocking you out, drowning you
In the sea of memories long gone.
The thing about grief is that it sneaks up on you,
Grips your heart, and almost crushes your soul
While you look at pictures of other people’s parents,
Or hear the faint music of your dad’s favorite ghazal
Or smell the smoke of cigarettes taking over the room
As you wonder if it’s the ones he used to smoke too
The thing about grief is that it just doesn’t end,
It shadows each moment you live,
Reminding you that each breath you take,
Is one that he doesn’t.
