Walker.
How are you here...
Grieving looks different for everyone. The poem Walker questions why the process can be lasting, in flux, and even feel like being haunted.
*Apostrophe: an address to the dead as if living; the inanimate as if animate; the absent as if present; to the unborn as if alive.
Crass is not my intent, but why are you here?
You’ve been freed from this life. I’ve shed that tear.
So why show up now, after all this time?
In a land foreign to you, a place supposedly mine…
Explain to me, please! Why you’re in my space.
In bars, theaters, and dreams; I keep seeing your face.
Where there was once love, has hurt there instead.
Your presence haunts my heart, memories consume my head.
So, again, not to be crass but how are you here??
I attended your services. I’ve exhausted that tear.