Please let tonight be a better night.

Please let tonight be a better night.

How simple is sorrow

When it has a name,

It is denial

That retains most of the pain

The desire to be free

Of the truth

Absolved of guilt

Taken back

Before time

Moved on

Revisiting precious moments

Over again

Straining to

Find a way to outwit

The inevitable

Feeling the ache

Take root

Teetering on the brink

As the hole grows deeper

A vast hollow

Never to be filled

No matter the size

Of the bucket

Never again intact

Frayed at the edges

Running the risk

Of becoming unglued

Bursting apart

Breaking into pieces

Disintegrating

Into fine dust

Ashes blown on the wind

Dispersed

Barely visible

Even in strong light

A dull reflection

Unrecognisable from

Who you were

For better or worse

Grief is a great curve

Demanding to be learned

Make no mistake

There is no rehearsal

Rewind or reversal

You may do well

To remember

Grief is complex

But sorrow, understood

Is simple