The Stranger

Grief is such a stranger to me

That might sound like something magical, wondrous

But it is quiet and dead and dehumanizing

The lack of grief is a very reason to grieve

The lack of capacity to grieve

Signals the presence of the monotonous, the mundane

I guess I need to set aside a coffee date

Maybe it is time to meet with grief

See all that I’ve missed over these last 30 or so years

Not so I may dwell in death or despair

But rather that I may dwell in life

I don’t want to be a stranger anymore