Honestly
I’m stricken
Riven through
With Grief
I find I weep
Suddenly
Inspite of me
Embarrassingly
Breaking through
The normal things
I always do
A word or gesture
Turn of head
Glance or glass
A random phrase
Music on a radio
Something lost
From long ago
Riven through
An oak
Deep ringed
Loss and Love
Are all I’ve singed.