On Grief

How vast is a sorrow
I walk and walk
Where does it end
If I had days
Motionless I'd lie
Ribs cracking
Under this boulder
Slow struggle for air
Loss holding me
Like a lover
All that never was
All that never will be
Mocking me
With ghostly visitations-
My dreams disfigured

But all fever passes
and all grief passes
if you let it.
May be I will
some other day soon