Grief is the Price of Love

​Sometimes life feels
​like you're just trying to hold your head out,
to hold up the heaviness of it all.
Everything is heavy, but you make it feel light.
Everything is dark, but you radiate  light.
When you were gone, I was lost,
Hysteria in my head, heaviness in my heart.
The smoke has now cleared and with it my mind,
but my heart is so heavy. Will you be my light?