Grief

I would rather walk alone
But grief follows me
An unwelcome companion
Who makes me weary
With the weight of his emptiness

Grief murmurs in my ear
Breaking my concentration
And keeping me awake at night
Last words are as difficult
As words left unspoken

Grief paints haunting pictures that
Bring tears to my eyes when
I come across them unexpectedly
Where colors are not quite right and
I stare at them, numb and wondering
What's going to become of them

And then I begin to wonder
Will I remember the pictures
If Grief leaves my side.
Will I still hear the echos?
Or do I need to befriend Grief
To keep you with me?