Intellectualizing

My Grandmother died, and I have not penned my loss nor I have stooped to pick her rose and smell the scent of her. I can not allow the sights to emerge, when I must close my eyes, I can not afford to let her go nor allow myself to go with. There is a world of grief and screaming covered in my intellectualizing but I can neither nod hello or whisper goodbye, I must stay this path she set.