• Helen Cottee

When grief took its seat (a poem)

It makes my heart ache


To think of you in the indigo space


Between night and morning


And life and mourning


When you found her


Having left this world.


I can’t think of what your mind had to do


In those first split moments


And oh - your heart -


As it dawned with a cold chill


That she had gone.


I wish I could have stood next to you


As you opened the door,


And clutched your hand


Or maybe your soul


To hold it together in those first few


Bitter moments.


I wish I could have whispered


‘I’m here, my friend


This is not okay,


But you’ll be okay’


as the whir of sorrow


Whipped around you.


It makes me ache that you sat there alone


That you waited alone


That you counted the seconds alone


As grief took its seat next to you


Before I could.


And so I take my seat now,


Me and you


And maybe grief for a while longer.


I wasn’t there


But I am now.

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