Grief
Grief is a tormentor
It enters in unannounced
Makes its presence know in a boisterous and aggravating way
Brings up a long forgotten memory
Reminds you of who and what you have lost
Lingers far too long
After the lights have gone out
And all other respectable visitors have exited
It stays defiant
Feet up and on the surface of your brand new coffee table
Daring you to turn it away
Making you speak the name of the missing
As your voice quivers
And your face steaks with tears
Grief is a healer
It enters in unannounced
Makes its presence know in a soft and inviting way
Brings up a long forgotten memory
Reminds you of who and what you have lost
Lingers just long enough
After the lights have gone out
And all other respectable visitors have exited
It stays by your side
Seated close enough to catch the pieces of your breaking and wrung out heart
Inviting you into remembrance
Making you speak the name of the missing
As your voice quivers
And your face streaks with tears