Loss

You look back.
Darkness.
You turn around
To nothingness.

Are you okay?
You don’t really know.
Will you survive?
You will, you know.
Will it ever be the same?
Not ever.

Loss is a wound.
A thorn in your side.
You pull the thorn out,
The wound heals.
But it’s always there.

Memories fade.
Like scars.
Because that is what
Memories are.
Memories are scars.
Left by loss.

Loss is a wound.
Wounds hurt.

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