My Dear Grief 

Will I ever meet with you in physical human flesh?
I am willing to learn about your culture and share
my tobacco with glasses of wine with more regrets
I might start to understand why am I cast down.

 Should I sell my unsteady dreams & distance myself 
I try to forget about my struggles of being noisily calm
On some sunrises, my nightly tears carve into my cheeks 
If just a dream, where we'll come back and laugh ‘till we