When Does This Grief Ever End?

Ma,

I write love poems 

About grief.

You know the kind,

Where boy meets girl

Or girl meets boy

And one of them die,

The kind where

One death kills two.

I write about 

It so effortlessly

That people think I was in love.

Ma, 

I write love poems

About grief,

And I know you 

Wouldn't approve.

Cause you feel,

There is nothing romantic 

About grief.

For you,

Grief was never 

That simple.

For you,

Grief was not 

Losing

Somebody or the regrets.

For you,

It was not longing

Or love.

For you,

Grief was knowing

You lost 'You' on the way.

For you,

Grief was knowing

There was no way out.

For you,

Grief was suppressed sobs

And weightless words.

For you,

Grief was something you

Could never hold on to.

For you,

Grief was forbidden.

Ma,

How could 

Something die,

If it never 

Existed,

How could 

Something end,

If you would never 

Acknowledge the beginning.

Ma,

When does it end?

When does this grief

Ever end ? -

Yours and mine.