Love and loss are inextricably connected.
The pain of the loss of those we love is beyond
this writers ability to say or even imply.
The ache is primal and enduring, always
there as each image passes our memory.
Loss of the material is transitory, the image
endures but the ache is gone. Today, we have
lost so many with whom we joked and laughed
with last week. We know the cause but can’t
understand why. Because we can’t understand
why we not only suffer the ache of love lost but
we, ourselves, are lost and adrift, clinging to others
as survivors for fear of being lost ourselves.
The bond of caring for each other will
keep us afloat, though the chain be broken,
love mends all. Together we find the way
but the ache of loss never ceases.