The Grieving Process (Part II)

 

I do not know how to let go

Your death follows me like

A swarm of bees

So loud, I cannot stand it

So close, I cannot flee

 

Like a backdrop painted

Across my brain

Music that does not leave

the blankness of my work

the numbness of my eyes

the tightness of my lips

I cannot see. 

 

the kingly star still glows

it all moves

still, the same, it all moves

only, you’re missing

this cannot be

 

but I still breathe

and I still sing

I still wonder who’s changing in me

 

It’s me finding you

And it’s you finding me

 

Reviews

[Sparkle]

I stumbled over "herd of bees"... it's "swarm of bees". That would make more sense. Also, the italicized part would be more consistent if you said "of my work" to match the of's in the next two lines. Unless you intended it to be like that, which is fine, but consistency aids in clarity.
Other than that I think it's great. Very emotional and powerful. I'm sure a lot of people can relate to the feelings described in the poem.