Ramblings About Loss
You can consciously forget just how much it hurts, can empathize with others, but until it happens again, you don’t really remember. Kneeling next to them on the floor, holding them on the table or in bed one last time. Maybe we block it out. Force ourselves to forget in the mind but the soul remembers.
The heart still throbs with just a thought.
When it could happen again.
When it does happen again.
You think you won’t forget this time, but you will. The pain goes from the head to the chest and settles in. Makes a bed and lies there — the only part of you that’s willing to accept this new reality.
And every so often it’ll beat its fists against your ribcage to remind you that it’s not gone.
Just waiting to come out in your dreams.