Grief is Beautiful

The pictures stare back at me
The one of us three,
Where we frame him 
Like ladies in waiting.
I am still waiting,
We are no oil painting.

 

The others show me drunk,
My face etched with uncertainty,
The disguise is flakey at best,
Who I am is anybodies' guess.

 

Today the waitor took our order
He was so clean
Masculine, yet feminine,
I wanted to know his story,
I would have liked him to embellish mine.
Maybe not with words,
Not even sex.
Is it wrong to just want a stranger to hold you?

 

Lonliness is not something I'd admit to,
But I am alone fighting for nothing,
I have no cause.

 

University will be over in six months,
What will I be?
A widow, probably.
London calls,
But so does he
I can hear him
Screaming for me
The nurses silence him.
 

And when we fucked for the first time
I thought it would be the start of something wonderful,
I suppose it was,
Grief is beautiful.

Reviews

[poetic soul]

i always agreed, brief is beautiful.. but after reading this poem, i truly believe, it is!! :)
thanks for sharing this..... :) lovely words, gr8 write!

Regards,
Poetic Soul

[Adelia Alighieri]

I like it...It's nice..Yes, grief is beautiful at times.