How does one grieve for Who is lost?
       Crushing, quietly,
      the words disappear.
    And then some Thing behind tired eyes
       breaks, prickles, as
      sight becomes unclear.
    Sorrow-stricken, a stale-mate made
       unbearable,
      these thoughts become
    a jolly boat to carry us
       through thought-made Storm
      to a thoughtless Sun.
    Because It meant so much to us-
       because it did,
      because it will-
    because something, Someone is now
       removed from life,
      from This life, still
    we try to reconcile, with faith,
       with memories,
      with frivolous tears
    the loss of such a steadfast light
       within our life
      that burned for years,
    and is no more. How does one grieve?
How does one breathe
      and bear, ever so,
    the cutting Sadness, deeply struck,
       quietly buried--
    

 I do not know.