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Grieft
For Uncle Marc
I should be joyful to feel his spirit all around me, but it makes me sad.
I miss his presence when he was still living.
This loss consumes me; I think about him constantly;
his death was too unexpected for comfort.
He was my uncle.
It feels as if life is going on without me: school continues, work continues,
even family continues to be normal.
My body is going through the motions: go to school, go to work, just be normal.
I feel so incomplete with this case remaining unsolved,
I'm stuck in time.
They say he drove off of a straight road and hit a tree, causing his death.
He was an excellent driver; we all know this was impossible.
I know his enemies had killed him, durgging him and sending him on his way.
My uncle's death consumes me, his spirit all around me.
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