grief spins

I never thought I’d be sitting here wishing for a conversation with a ghost
imagining the ways in which my mind might convince me it’s a trick
pleading with life to let me have just one more moment
I know you can’t come back, I’m not so naive
but surely you could reach out from beyond the veil
wherever you are.

You’ll never envision the ways grief will fuck with your brain
and it will every time, no escape
you could be the most well prepared…..a joke because whose really prepared for loss?
Toiling away the time, finding new ways to bring you back if only in my memory
all my poems sound the same because they’re all about you
always about you.