There is no grave to stand and weep

I decided to write a reply to the poem as some sort of written therapy. 

There is no grave to stand and weep;

I visit you at night asleep.

I've listened to the winds that blow

and still I'm yet to hear you though. 

Sunlight helps to ease the pain

but come twilight it's back again.

When I awaken in the morning's hush

your loss assaults me in a rush.

I cannot make this wrong a right

I could not help you win the fight.

I lie awake at night and cry

You are not here.  You said goodbye.

     -Lisa Keeping