Grief comes home promptly at 5 o’clock
He kisses me softly on the cheek
I wince
He just smiles
Settles in my bed
I slip in once he is asleep
But he always knows
He presses against my chest
I can’t breathe
I can never breathe
His eyes are closed
But I know he is looking at me
I lay there
Trying not to move
Finally the sun comes up
I look over and he is staring at me
I shakily bring him his black coffee
Grounds cover his teeth
He is always smiling
I never sleep
I live with Grief
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