Bob buries his grief deep into the soil <br />daily he speaks to the bemused flowers. <br /> <br />Susan stares out of the window maybe <br />waiting for the departed to rise and return. <br /> <br />Margaret studies the faces smiling at <br />their smiles and reliving the days. <br /> <br />Danny visits the bedroom each night <br />closing the windows, turning on the lamp... <br /> <br />Harry sets the table for two, staring ahead <br />waiting for her to smile and thank him. <br /> <br />Bridget puts 'Motorcycle emptiness on repeat <br />watching him play air guitar and mouth empty words. <br /> <br />Bert squirts a little perfume onto his collar <br />so she remains but a sniff away. <br /> <br />And me, well I write about how everyone else <br />copes in order to not have to cope myself.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dealing-with-death/
