Grief

As soon as the hush falls,

In every lifeless lull,

Your name repeats in my ears.

Memories of you

both fond and fatal,

flash and flicker

On an endless loop in my mind,

Like an old TV in a store front window.

The picture is blurry and wavy

And the sound undermined by a hiss.

I should move on.

But

I stop and listen;

Stand and stare;

Until my ears ring,

My eyes sting,

Until the hush lifts,

The lull is dismissed

By someone on the street who asks

What are you looking at?

Are you OK?

I point 

But they see only a window.

I walk on in the rain.

Copyright Hope A. Horner, 2023. Use with permission only. Contact author on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/hopeh1122 or on Twitter @HopeNote / RIP Cali 2012-2023