Grief

Grief is like an ocean,
one minute your surfing its waves,
sun shining down,
a melancholy sadness
hangs in the air.

You remember all the times you spent together,
whether good or bad.
It's sad and it's painful,
but you accept that death is part of life.

Grief feels heavy.
Heavy like your wearing a suit made of rocks.
A suit made of rocks, a boulder at your heart

 of random memories,
the next,
your drowning,
being dragged down by rocks

your weeping into your coffee,
drowning in an ocean.

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This poem doesn't necessarily make sense but neither does grief.  

23/01/19