Grief’s Footprints

A poem of loss and the impact it leaves…

I still feel the grief like a footprint left on my heart, Sometimes the wind whispers memories of your voice, The ache comes and goes since we’ve been apart, It can feel like anger, though you were not given a choice.

If it was up to you, you would have stayed, But the reaper comes to collect his dues. His charge is a high cost to pay, It feels like the world is left in shades of blue.

The waves of grief crash down like a flood, Sweeping all up in its destructive wake. I feel like I’ve bled out every drop of blood, In the aftermath of my heartbreak.

My body is an empty husk, My eyes are like a leaking faucet, I can barely differentiate between dawn and dusk, I can’t catch my breath like I’m in an uncomfortable corset.

The sands of time slip through the hourglass. Days, weeks, months, years go by, Yet no matter how much time may pass, You still linger in my mind.

The loss of someone so dear leaves its scars, You’ve gone where I cannot follow, I look to you in the stars, Your absence sometimes leaves me hollow. Time can heal but grief leaves its mark, Footprints in freshly fallen snow, A permanent imprint on the heart.

Have you ever lost a loved one close to you? I wrote this poem in memory of my late dad, who passed away in October 2019, at 54 years of age.

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