A Passage Through Grief

Today is monochromatic
and shrouded in mist I am
unwilling to pierce.
In pieces scattered to howling
winds memories ebb and swell
as grief overwhelms.
Time flows past yet I am still.
Today solitariness drives.

Tomorrow?
Tomorrow’s sun will gently
dissipate the mist to
usher clarity once more.
Resolution will descend unhurriedly,
aggregating recollections
to disperse sorrow.
Tomorrow company draws.