My exorbitant tears
Periodically gravitate
For the dead
I fitfully grieving
For the dead
My throat sore
For missing
The dead
For one I
Occasionally burst out of loss
of lady river
Who died on the lake
Just whenever her delicate voice
Sing the chorus oh so trilling
For another I
Mourn all my dead grandmas
Whom I hadn’t said goodbye to
And cry for a best friend
Who fell with the iron bird
With no enough goodbye too
Grief is boundless
It gives me
A dense agony
As if it’s scheduled
It is a symptoms
I suppose
Of a periodic mourner
For never been equipped
For being compelled to let go
Oh so suddenly
But who would have?
(September, 30, 2022)