Another Bad Po-em re: grief

 

grief       drills in with
                a bit too sharp
              for any compromise

I    cannot  conjure pretty little
          butterflies (of you)
            flitting about to remind
           that your in some
             fucking Better Place
            looking down from bloody
           Heaven.

you         are Gone....gone forever.
             That's all there is of you.
              there's Nothing left
                
Blessed be the time you were here,
     Bedamned the day you left.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
2019dkzk................./