I carry my grief.

I carry my grief everyday everywhere I go:

she’s poured into my morning coffee she follows me in my way to work she’s in every tap on my keyboard

she’s in every stroke of mascara she helps me pick out my clothes she’s behind every barely there smile and all the beaming ones too. she’s in the concealed, collected tears

she’s in every slice of my knife preparing dinner she follows me to my bathroom to wash my face she tucks me into bed at night with a tug on my blanket and a kiss on my cheek

you don’t see her but, she’s always there cast in the shadows a star waiting to make her debut but she won’t step into the spotlight instead she thrusts me into the spotlight for I am the star and she stays side stage hidden and never seen but my eyes dance to the side for there she always will be.