It comes in bursts,
that feeling fills your body
after the death of a loved one,
flowing like water in pipes that
are ready to give in.
It comes in flashes,
Like the instantaneous light
of camera, observed only for
a second as the world comes
It comes in shots
like the sound of a guns
on a battlefield, sustained only
by the fury of the men holding them,
each already prepared to die.
It comes as quickly as it goes,
because its not welcome. It wants to
stick around, maybe crash at your place for
awhile, but you just can’t deal with it right now,
you just can’t bear it.