I’m Sorry for Your Loss

There is a distinct silence to grief,

as if a million stars —

the fallen and collapsing —

catch in the throat,

a swollen cosmic mass

that quiets the unspoken,

unfinished

and unanswered,

There, swirling, all of the light……….gone

Nothing but stale words stuck

to the roof of your mouth,

trite and of no use to any poet

she, wondering, Why speak at all?

Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. Image by Luiz Claudio, www.luizclas.com.