A meditation on love and loss

 08.14.24

None of what I write here is novel nor sweet 

but tells a heartbreaking, excruciating truth:

we cannot love without knowing that 

loss will come.

the deeper our love, the more 

earth-shattering

our loss

 

yet we cannot live without loving

so we lean in, 

falling hard for our people 

and when they are no longer there to 

catch us we 

hit the ground 

hard 

skinned knees

scraped hands 

the physicality 

of our grief 

lingers

 

then we rise, tending to our wounds,

embodying that age old adage,

we suppose it was

better to have loved and lost than 

to never have loved at all.