Marianne V. The Immovable Grief

I’m too tall to stand alone Grew eight feet more through the roof of my old home Cut my legs off, make me crawl now Still looking for a comforting place to lie down I can moan but I can’t kick When I’m alone it still seeps in Are you alone? Are you with him? I lost, confused what I let win I’m crashing through your window Climbing through like a widow Slip the phone from the hook So we can’t hear you Know he loves you like I do But you turned into Nothing, nothing But you turned into Nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing