Grief is in the undertones

 Grief is in the undertones 

As we move from day to day

In the words that we don’t have to say 

That new text thread 

Without her name 

Grief is in the little things 

Reminding you 

what’s missing 

Bad news

We knew

it would be bad news 

but it still hurts

to hear the truth

Some days are better

And most days are worse

and in the end it’s all borrowed time 

And time we can’t get back 

Is it harder this way?

To say goodbye slowly 

To lose hope in little moments 

to wait for bad news