May Basket

Driving my car through the morning rays of sun

Light turns to tears
Wetting my cheeks.
May baskets full of heartache.

All the feelings
Why am I angry? Short tempered?
Why all this darkness when the rest of the world has increased light?

Her loss tremendous.
Her impact profound.

All the love I was not able to give
builds up in my chest, my throat,  my body

Then floods out my eyes, my wails.
Heartache unfathomed.
.

As time marches on my distance from her grows,
Unbearable.

Yet- the beauty in those cathartic moments of pain is startling.

It is those moments,
I am with HER.