have you ever grieved for yourself?

for your inevitable end?

or does panic set in
i’m ok
dad is in hospital again

mum by his side
i’m ok

with feeling lonely again

i feel my loneliest when sitting in grief
i don’t pause for too long

afraid it will all catch up

the same as Nanna

always on the move

ever tracing her own footsteps
i rent out hotel rooms

to sit in

some sort of silence
i can only imagine

what I could do with the space

occupied by grief