Grief sits on my shoulder
like a bird on a windowsill
waiting to be fed
Heavy as my heart

Grief is my shadow,
out of sight when
the sun is before me
but behind me still
Sculpting itself to the shape of my body

Grief waits for me
Perched on the sofa
Sitting quietly at the foot of the bed
At the bottom of my cereal bowl
The frame of a photograph

Grief holds me in the darkness
Curls up on my chest
Folds me in its arms
Until the world fades away
And all thats left is us

The weight of it
The load I heave onto my shoulders
Because I must
Because there is no other way
Because I wake up and the world still turns
Because the birds still sing
Because my lungs still crave the taste of air
Will crack my heart in half