I took my grief to the grocery store
and we wandered aisles turned graveyards
with outstretched arms as my grief touched
all the things you used to love, one by one,
lined up like tombstones in the cemetery
where 3/4 of your ashes are buried
with all that is left of my heart
I pass a new flavor of Cheetos
and wonder if you would have liked them
and grief reminds me that I will never know
as a tear slips down my cheek
I took my grief on a walk today
through the neighborhood where you
used to ride your bike with no hands
fearless and in flight, the way I will
always, always remember you and
grief taps my shoulder like the wind
like the way you used to prank me
and always laugh, every time
Look, look, grief says
Look at all the places you will never be again
Grief never lets me forget
