Once a long time ago I imagined myself a poet. I wrote snippets of thoughts, which I am gradually posting on my Quantum (Uni)Verse Blog. Odd to think that when I was young and knew nothing of grief, I wrote this. It sure is true. As someone recently told me, “Grief is it’s own country.”
I am alone in my universe
As you are alone in yours . . .
And when I hold you in my arms
I can sometimes touch your happiness
But your grief is light years away