grief

i never understood it
the need to visit the grave
talking to dead people
i thought they were crazy
but now i am that person
that person who longs to visit him
that person who wishes for a "sign" that he is there
that he sees me
that he hears me
that he is listening
i am that person
who calls him
when i know that he won't pick up..
i never understood it
that grief could grip you so hard
to a point where you can't feel
to a point where you somehow hope that it is all a bad, bad dream
to a point where you surrender yourself to the universe
because you have no clue how you're going to feel tomorrow
walking around like the world is a blur
blinded by all these tears
how did i become this person?
death touches us all...
lets it presence known...