Days pass around you
like a shadow that won’t be outrun.
You embrace it like an old friend,
holding on  so tightly
it wriggles free, One day
you awake – deserted by grief.

Reflected, refracted, disbanded;
oh, yes, a few shards remain
like stones in tight shoes
but only a few. If you forget
for a minute that pain, they pop
up again

but the bruise is not new…
Sore, but familiar, it’s something
you can learn to live with.