Waiting………
For the pink line
To be seen
To be loved
To be
An line becoming an arc,
over time.
I made a list of losses, mine and others’,
And gave up, exasperated and exhausted,
losses too innumerable and a shit, voyeuristic task.
There’s community:
I am not alone
And
Others have endured this too.
But this temptation to draw their grief around me
is a cloak of minimal comfort.
The curve of loss moves us
ahead
somehow
Both fragile and resilient,
we are here
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This poem was dedicated for the losses we all experience, big and small, many unnamed or un/under-recognized. May you, reader, find ease.