Tears Like Tornados

my blocked tears
suddenly freed, flow like tornados
unpredictable and intermittent

heidi
written: 02/05/19

Darrell

in dark night

i'll say your name aloud

hoping you'll answer

heidi 

written: 02/04/19

Mourning

It's this nothing
The ever-present emptiness, that
is always here.

heidi
written: 02/02/19


I thought that I was going to write a longer poem today, but the Collom Lune is what came out. I think I have more to say about the empty, but this seems done. 

Sleep

Grief is hard
Sleeping's easier- and I don't
have to feel.

heidi
written: 02/01/19


I have been sleeping a lot. It feels like I am in limbo.