He carried his grief like a pallbearer
up high on his shoulders
almost as if as long as he didn’t straighten all the way out
his heart wouldn’t drop out of his chest
I don’t know what it cost him to keep it all inside like that
but then I was a not much more than a stranger passing by
how was I to know if at night he let it all unravel
only to come to morning
have to tuck it back inside
like the tight smile he was using as buffering
against the dozen a minute questions
asking if he was alright
10 thoughts on “Hollow”
I love this
Ooh, another excellent punch of powerful poetry!!
Oh, indeed an excellent example of how some deal with grief doesn’t necessarily always mean death.
I really felt this one, my broken heart can relate
I’m so sorry your heart has been broken.
Thanks Kate, yes…ended an 8 year relationship last month. Lots of necessary yet painful change.