Grief is like sneezing
Sometimes it catches you unaware
Sometimes it’s short and sharp
Other times it goes on and on
Have you ever tried to hold one in?
Sneezes don’t respect quiet places
Or a crowded room
There’s always someone who has to ask
Whether you really have to
Can’t you hide it in a tissue?
Or at the very least your elbow?
How about if you went elsewhere?
Sometimes it’s over and done with
Other times your nose itches all day