Monday 10th October
Ripples of grief undulate outwards
Moving away and bouncing back
Ripples that will be felt forever
Sometimes throwing you off track
Now and then ripples turn into waves
Gathering height and much power
Crashing and knocking you sideways
Unexpectedly, your breath to devour.
But today, ripples have a slow rhythm
Sparkling gently across the clear sea
The crisscross patterns moving
As if they’re bringing you back to me.
Thinking of you.