Pre Grief

By Haliemarie Leitch

You’ll see it in a woman’s eyes once she’s

given up

What was, sparkling with sun and stars

Now, sleepless and stained

Long nights of conversation with only words

that play a show

Where the end seems to take forever

You’ll hear it in a woman’s laugh once she’s

given up

What was, healing and childlike

Now, soft and structured

Drained from the sinking of her heart she

cannot fake a smile

Because her brain has washed into survival

You’ll feel it in a woman’s touch once she’s

given up

What was, gentle kisses and intimate

affection

Now, soft brushes for a split second

Loyal is what she is but it cannot help the

love she holds

Even when she’s given up

She is still

Giving in

By Haliemarie Leitch