GRIEF

A strange bonding with grief.

It is but never brief.

When you want to fly,

This uncanny partner takes you high.

It is cross with dopamine.

Do you not bow down feeling it a shrine?

Like a shadow, it stays,

Is it an intimate lover who never strays?

I left it in my closet to fade.

At a later date, it met me in sun and shade.

Foot note:  

Loss of things or relations  is a constant reminder to the feeling so abstract yet clear- Feeling of grief.
Strange is this feeling of grief,which is so personal as well as universal.
During the past two years, all of us have felt   the pangs of separation, of near or distant acquaintances. Is it grief which gives us hope.