Sitting with loss

 

You are my dreaded companion,

hollowing me with a razor-edged scoop,

until I am ragged, and raw.

You are a purveyor of pain and delight,

that you weave into an umbilicus,

a connection that must be cut,

severing us from one another.

But are we?

This scarred and broken body,

gave birth to you in a sacred, crystalline moment

and is still imbued with your sweet, sweet

presence.

Darling, and dreaded,

companion that I long for,

tell me the story we learned upon awakening;

that love and joy and sorrow and loss,

are all the same.

That as I clasp your hand in mine

and press it to my heart,

you are already letting it go,

and your echo is all that remains.