It takes you unawares, grief
It’s in the suddenness of the absence
The no more
A voice gone. Forever.
It’s in the silence that’s left behind
And the nothingness of it
The tiny minutes between living and dying
The same face, but empty.
The same person, but not.
But mostly it’s in the never.
Never again to smile. Never again to laugh.
Never again to be cross, or funny
Or impatient or loving
Or even confused.
It’s the never that takes you unawares.