I am a visitor in Grief’s house.
My path brought me here and I’ve slipped through the open door
But I find no place to rest here
I sit in the dark and wait as I listen for a voice
That will never be heard again
I stand at Grief’s window
Watching the world rush by
In an impossible river of life
I know there is a door
And some days I leave
Only to find myself back here
The next morning
Two minutes after I awaken
Without you.