Grief from a First-Person Point of View

I passed the rows of fences, and the light poles, and the curbs.

All along the way, I applied everything that I learned.

I took a right, as you instructed, and I didn't look back.

Trying so hard to follow your path and to walk in you tracks.

I may have shed tears, but in the process I grew.

With my mind on my goal, and my heart set on you.

I felt pain, and fear, and grief ran its course.

While time strangled me, until I eventually lost my voice.

At that moment I remembered exactly what I had set out to do.

And I found myself running from the past, the present, the future, and sprinting towards you.

Then I realized I shall never accept the fact that God took you without warning.

And until I do, I shall never stop mourning.