Grief is a birther of change
I loved hosting parties
Loved reaching out to friends and family
Now I don’t pick up the phone
I forget to text back
I cherish my company above anyone else’s
I’m holding my breath for that day
When the ones I love will grow tired
Tired of my slow, jagged responses
My heart is willing but I remain frozen
Something has changed
He’s been gone for a year
But I was grieving long before that
Grief sucked up all the oxygen and left a void
Grief is a birther of change
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