Here is a poem I wrote after my first loss. You can see the influence of Emily Dickinson in the brevity, the slant-rhyme, and of course the subject matter.
Just as we were meeting, she
Slid quick away – too far –
And I, surprised at sudden loss,
Ran leaping after her.
My eye still fixed on her bright face,
I felt by want of breath
How high I’d lifted from the ground,
Abyss of air beneath.
I reached – but she had turned – cruel heart!
To a remoter view.
The deep fall back is decades long
And dizzy down I go.