Grief taught me many things 
like how to pass time with just thinking. 

I am learning new ways to be, now.  
Partially because I want to and also 
because I am tired of people asking me 

“it has been a little over a year, 

                                                              hasn’t it?” 

(In a tone that has little concern 
for the passage of time.)  

I let the words rattle around behind 
my eye lids, stare at the puzzle pieces
scattered on my kitchen table.  A new hobby
I have taken up to make myself interesting, again.