Grief’s Not-So-Gentle Dance

I Still Miss You Most of All

In moments like these,

I cry.

I grieve.

Your absence

from my life—

memories of our laughter,

surrounded by plants.

Love pressed into

the corners of my heart.

You once gave me what I

needed most:

space to talk,

a place to cry,

a shoulder to lean on,

a place to try.

Try to learn better.

Try to grow.

Try to hold these

memories close.

My heart aches,

and the tears fall.

I still miss you most of all.

Author’s Note:

I wrote this poem many months ago, but my grief is talking to me today.

I thought I’d re-read it and post it here as a way to honor the grief I feel.

I’m no professional, nor do I aspire to be.

My poems are very one and done, from mind to paper, unedited.