Mourning

I’ve heard that grief comes in stages,
But Grief is a funny thing.
Non-linear;
Bellows and howls,
Hits you in waves.
Voice in the crowd; face amongst strangers;
Bouts of disbelief.
Restless nights; disquiet in the silence.
Sorrow follows in drifts of sleep; unhappy dreams.
Sorrow follows in hours of waking; gloomy morning.