Wave after wave of grief washed over me,
sadness so profound
the world seemed desolate and forlorn,
like being exposed to the stinging rain
and blistering wind
on wave crests at the height of a storm
Between bleak crests were moments
of consolation offered by caring friends,
or comforting memories,
perhaps a joke to soften the pain,
like valleys between waves
give some respite
from the bitterness of a storm.
But sadness always lurked nearby.
More waves swept over me,
half drowning in tears
the brief times of relief.
Every now and then a soothing calm
came between the waves of sadness.
A part of me, a very dear part of me,
was lost, but preserved in memories
in the inner, unchangeable relationship
that remains after the loved one is gone.
Yet through the tears
I knew the pain would someday ease,
but never really leave;
the sun would shine again,
almost as bright as ever.