Inspired by C.S. Lewis’ “A Grief Observed,” in which he chronicles his own grieving process after losing his wife Joy to cancer.
A grief that feels like fear
The tight fist of a heart
The sudden cold sweat
Short, shallow breaths
And the edginess of being pursued
The awful moment of waking up in the night
And wondering why the world feels so wrong
That confusion then being eclipsed
By the horror of remembering, realization
Colors really are flat
Friends once thought charming really are dull
Conversations that might have been interesting
Are now so much empty, grating air
Full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
Because when you left,
You took it all with you
It terrifies me to think
I might regress to the
Pitiful creature I was before you
Before I knew what it was
To be loved by you
And what it was to love you
Even now I feel the creeping thought–
“Maybe it won’t be so bad.
See? You almost felt normal for a moment there.”
Not so bad without a beating heart
Without sight or taste
Not so bad to float in a numb haze,
Only periodically pierced by a thousand hot knives
I let myself remember you,
But your face is a blurred smudge
How could it be otherwise?
I saw it from every angle,
Gripped with every possible emotion
One image in memory
Could never capture it
Your eyes– I can’t quite recall the color
Only the feeling
And that alone reduces me
to a whimpering child