comes unannounced, unwanted.
It is the uninvited houseguest that arrives laden with its baggage
and leaves its messes on the floor,
in the kitchen,
in the hallway,
and smears ugly, wet stains on the pillows.
It is the unwashed clothes,
the dirty dishes,
the neglected chores,
and the suitcase with his t-shirts and cologne under the bed.
It lays in the darkness
and replays the same eight voicemails
just to hear his voice again
and makes memories with those brief stories
of what should have been.
It plays his song on the piano,
it buys his flavor gum at the store.
dropping knees onto the floor,
and begs for his comfort
over slivers of a broken wine glass.
It has overstayed its welcome.
Grief ushers in Regret with reminders of:
things that cannot be unsaid; opportunities lost;
and, voices that cannot be made kind.
Longing roosts with Grief and Regret,
perching silently in the long pauses of quiet contemplation.
Longing fills the space inside the lungs
and grips the throat so fiercely,
to breathe is a struggle.
Longing overwhelms and when it rises too high,
it crashes in waves down the neck, leaving shivers in its wake.
Longing owns the body.
Grief is looking toward the day
when Hope will return,
but each morning is like the one before.
Grief will wait, patient;
it has company and
nowhere else to go.