Grief

You don’t know what grief is until you’ve felt the hollow, dry throat When you’re trying to be quiet and the pain squeezes your esophagus And you’re breath becomes heavy, like you’re stuck under a car and falling off a cliff And you can’t breathe out of your mouth or nose, so you start to feel faint And you aren’t sure if it’s a heart attack Because of the throbbing in your chest everything goes numb And your head aches from resisting, And your eyes burn from all of the salt in your tears And it takes hours for the swelling to go down, It takes forever to change your thought It takes a second to remember