Two Poems

Grief

This emptiness does not fill
not with entertainment films or songs
not with success work or fame  
The emptiness
is the color of a white coffin
the shape of a vacant bed
It is a scream without sound 
it is the slam of a door shut 
The emptiness 
is my life without you
how do I fill it?
with memories in perpetual grief  
Or with a life anew
to be enriched in experience 
and ready
to drink again the joys of life
from my untouched glass

On Meeting a Friend

We sat across the table 
we ate the delicacies and drank the wine 
looking at your misty eyes 
I knew there was much to tell
I talked and laughed
at something or nothing 
looking at my winkled face
You knew the years had gone by
in the passage of time 
In grief and loss
we are helpless spectators 
of the inner torment 
Wounds dressed in silence 
Thus we met and left 
knowing we had no need to tell.