I HAVE MADE A FRIEND OF GRIEF,
She sits with me so quietly
I often forget she’s here,
So gentle I barely
Feel her fingers clasped in mine.

Sometimes we pass a whole day
Without speaking,
Sometimes we only meet at night
Or in the quiet moments
Between life.

Yet sometimes she bids me sit,
Reminds me of her weight,
Her shape.
Makes me make time
For her.

So I have made a friend of grief
And we walk together
Through the weeks and months,
Taking turns at silence.