Only Grief Remains

When everyone is gone

and only grief remains

the glasses still have unfinished liquor

and the house echoes with quiet bullets

of memories

and swollen eyes look at the trash that still needs to be taken outside

because the garbage truck drivers don’t know about the pain that happened here

And the memories continue their ephemeral howl

and I howl with pain and memories 

and dry eyes because I ran out of tears

fear of sleep because of a great fear of dreams

 

Everyone is gone…and only grief remains 

 

I want someone to hold my hand tonight.