Heavy like leftover gravy dripping from a ladle,
The ache is old, practiced and nursed.
Heart-grief is less conscious after a time,
But still hard to digest.

Hid among shadows,
Songs of memory crooning in my head.
Warm and heavy and alone,
Save the couple of cats sleeping at my toes.

Take a deep breath,
Put on a smile,
And try once again,
To let it go.