grief

Grief is a sort of guilt

This should be quick

Just a click of fingers

And away any day

Callous and dumb –business

To fall apart

Right at the start

A passing through

All we lived anew

Too much to bear

Why should you care?

What do you see?

A stupid-looking person

Looking like me

Intemperate and inconsolable

Look matter-of-factly away

See not you on another day

Here’s the best yet

I wouldn’t have it any other way