No one tells you how the light
Is different than before
How losing someone suddenly changes
The earth’s rotation
The stratosphere shifts
Your heart on its trusty axis
Suddenly loose and floating
Disappearing beyond the layers of blue to night sky
No one tells you how the sound fades and magnifies
How even words shape shift before you
They become
The ghost
A silent plea
A call into the tunnel
The light blinding
And when you enter back into this world
Of coffee breaks and shopping trips,
You enter silently
Grief now
Is personal
A private dialogue
And each night you pull the moon up on these shaky strings
Each night the heart opens this book