Withered and worn
it was the winter that did it,
always was,
always will be.
The culprit of all loss
grief and expectation.
You never just loose one thing.
Each loss comes with a hundred other losses.
It gets hard to count them,
pretty quickly.
And now i am ear for the losses.
I will listen
and i will hmm, and i will ahhh,
and i will hope you feel better afterwards.
But that's not always how it goes.