Grief

It sneaks up on you when you least expect it. Like someone with new tennis shoes, whose whereabouts are never heard. When you're tired, it creeps up silently, with no warning, so that when you turn suddenly you run into it and the two of you become one. One minute you feel positive, brave, energetic. The next, you find yourself pulling your socks down to see out. Grief. It sucks your brain out and you forget all the good there is. One day it will go away and stay away until another loss. For now it camps on my doorstep, waiting for every opportunity.