dear grief,
you’re an echo of abandonment,
ever reverberant,
lasting permanence.
Just when I think I have found my nest,
you’re the wind that reminds me,
nothing is permanent,
what appears full bodied and pertinent,
is just effervescent.
Ahh there goes the nest,
there goes my residence,
you take everything,
storming turbulence.
W.E.
lonerloaner 