June 30, 2024

Loss has many forms:
someone is taken,
someone forgets where they are.
Maybe it’s the incremental 
creep of love disappearing,
or the false sky with its broken gray, 
or the path to darkness that leads
away from the life you’ve lived.
Loss can be piled up like limbs
missing in action, or take prisoner
then awarded with silver medals.
It’s not the same as original sin,
nor is it a component of good & evil,
but more like the air
after a quick lurch of nesting crows