For a loss
Years after …
Years
Of blocking the hurt
Turning one’s back.
There were
Passing pangs,
Little jogs of memory,
All pushed
Firmly into oblivion
Refusal to face … extreme
Nights
Spent awake
Dry-eyed and burning
Days passed
In fake-happy hazes
Caring, worrying, laughing
Sublimating
Pain and instincts
Through amused, befuddled
friends
Grieving … ---
For what? …
unsure
Of the greatness of loss
If the universe gives
And then takes away
Is it really loss?
If the impossible
Refuses to be
Is that loss?
It was …
Was it?
Questions unanswered.
The most wanted
Transformed to the most
dreaded.
Life, … as usual
Something taken
Before presence was felt
Cannot be mourned.
Yet, the loss
Seems real …
More real than my being.
And today
I resolve to mourn
For all that might have been
But wasn’t, all that …
Almost was
Tonight, I wear black in my
soul.