***I hope my grief stays with me,*** ***All of it, never to share.*** ***Although there was a time*** ***I loved talking about it,*** ***A time when I had someone*** ***To share it all with.*** **** ***My grief is my only image—*** ***Unfiltered, raw, a testimony to me,*** ***To who I was and who I am now.*** ***Forever buried with an epitaph of her name.*** ***I chiseled her name on the stone;*** ***It took all the strength I had.*** ***For my mind is weak now,*** ***My thoughts blurred,*** ***Her face lost somewhere in my memories.*** **** ***I remember now—*** ***Buried she is, deep down,*** ***With an epitaph of her name.*** ****