“Grief”
I wish you were still real,
So that I could still feel.
I remember the sound of your voice,
And return my gaze to you,
The picture on the grave.
I wish you had been given a choice.

You were gone too soon.
Sometimes I still see you,
But when I open my eyes I only see the moon.
I can visit you in my dreams,
Though they don’t last.
I wish I could escape...