Grief ..never brief

Forever… but who sets the time?
Distant seconds turn to infinity, removing all hope of restituted joy.
This mournful infelicity that drones on in perpetuity, cascading all utopia into fissures that imbibe grief like a parched sponge.
Eyes searching hungrily, seeking the familiarity of a love emblazoned  on a heart now turned to stone…
Recollections of whispered words of devotion, left suspended in a miasma of memories.
The caress of a kindred spirit ordained a lifetime ago now so close and yet.. hermetically cloaked
to deny the reality of existence.
How to get through this endless continuous day?
Who knew grief was akin to fear ...but with no salvation?
Arriving in waves, unpredicatable and tidal.
The longing to turn back time and endlessly brokering deals with the Almighty.
Burdened by the intolerable weight of grief that persists in paralysing any possible future.
The anger of unpredicted abandonment with vile words spoken in lonely desolation…
Yet  inevitably followed by the bitterness of regret.
The lamentation that our culture denies  that insists grief now has silent domain.
Breaking hearts, silently  turning  to dust, whilst invoking the winds of acceptance…
To blow them,forever, in a cyclone of irrecoverable love