O! Grief! Poem by RIC BASTASA

grief

the rain starts falling
softly

on your hair as we step
outside

how can my hands
prevent you from getting wet?

just like grief
is this rain, that starts to fall and stops a while

and falls again and much to chagrin
we have never really learned

this cycle of pain,
this grief that behaves like rain

wets us and makes us shiver to cold
but we keep on going trying to find

once again a very warm
home.