GRIEF

 Time should dull

The sharp edges of grief

And it does

Most of the time.

For days make their way

Into weeks

And weeks to months

Until they find their way

To years.

But grief can still lurk

In the shadows,

Even after all that time.

For grief is like trying

To say goodnight

To a drunken friend

Who says “Goodnight”

Only to keep returning

Time and again

For one more hug

And to say just one more time

How much fun they had.

            MFM

         10-06-98

        08:00 p.m.

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