Grief

Crushed
broken
shattered
like tiny shards of glass on the floor
each shard is a memory
and with each memory
it hurts
like bare feet pierced
and bleeding
aching.

Silence-
so sad, so lonely
the sound of loss
the sound of pain
the sound of a heart unhealed
screaming into the
nothingness
that was left
behind
you are gone
you left nothing
but memories
photos
the faint recollection of your scent

time-
will heal, they say
but how does time
know
when the healing should begin
when grief has lasted long enough
only
time
will tell

tick
tock
a broken clock
tiny shards of glass