In my quietest hours
when I feel the loneliness
settle heavily in my chest,
grief is there, haunting me.
Sometimes it stays
longer than it is welcome.
And other times I miss it
when my chest feels so empty
that I cannot seem to breathe.
So many days,
I don’t want to breathe.
But I do.
I have no other choice,
because grief is a ghost
and so are you.