Eyes full, aching heart, fighting them back, but they spill over.
Dabbing at the overflow, the ache grows. Final acceptance of the inevitable.
Grief, loss, a death with no grave to mark it's passing.
No one to hold me, no one to tell me, it will be OK.
Alone in grief, praying for it to pass swiftly, no smiles today, just miles and miles of grief.
Grey skies and crows cawing. An ache for the gentle peace of a dove cooing. Eyes full and overflowing, grieving.