Haikus for My Fathers

In less than a month, my Father will have been gone from this earth for six years. Three evenings ago, my second Father, my Step-Father, passed away.  I was not ready for either event.  The world is not the same. Again.

I.
Grief sits stoically,
solidly in the stomach
then it reaches up.

II.
Grief finds your heart next –
it knocks inside its chambers
echoing outward.

III.
Grief clenches your throat
removing air from your lungs
it continues up.

IV.
Grief reaches your face
escapes from your mouth and eyes,
leaving burning rain.