I've come to the realization that
Loss is all around.
It's the down the street.
In another city.
In another state.
Or in a different country.
Or across the oceans
To a place so unfamiliar.

But not too unfamiliar,
Not unlike death.
The mysterious endings
To a person's
Being,
Seeing,
Feeling,
Dreaming.

The point at which
You stop breathing;
The final cries you hear
From your closest
Friends and family.
A permanent state of trance,
Never to take another glance.
You were one in 7.2 billion,
But now it's time for you
To float away like helium.