Death of a loved one
never fails to miss its mark
when your heart is the bullseye.
Their absence is a blackhole
of which dark days can only escape,
heavy enough to bend but never break
you—a train wreck of grief in stasis
at the destination of tomorrow.
Yes such a challenging time and sadly inevitable.. needs to foster strength in us.
Darts thrown. I always miss the target. Eyes on life and light not a dark hole.