Grief Built Me A Solitary House

Grief built me a solitary house,

But I was the one who chose to move in.

Family and friends warned me not to move in,

To the ruins of loneliness inside.

It wasn’t just me who felt lonely inside,

But I needed a place to run through my thoughts.

The outside world taught me to run from my thoughts,

Even though everyone who loved you felt the same.

Our places and our days never feel the same

And still nothing feels right in the days that have passed

But I see you now, when I think of the past

Bringing your smile and love to each place you went in.

But I’ll always have a place to think of you in,

Because grief built me a solitary house.

Author's Note

Duplex

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

We sometimes build our house from tears,
often two stories with plenty of rooms and plenty of handkerchiefs to wipe away
the blood from a broken heart.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Grieving is a necessary process. Support is nice, but the work is done alone.