
My Love is the width of the great sea
My Loss, the depth It is not lost on me
That these come in equal parts
All things, impermanent as they are
And when Loss walks in with her rounded back
With her cloaked frame
With her frail body
With her gentle eyes
With her soft, extended hand
No matter the grace in my release
No matter the new magic she brings me
No matter the parts that weren’t even that good in the first place
Another part of me is left hollow and grieving
Howling and empty
Aching
Because it, whatever it is, isn’t with me anymore
And I will walk with that echo, however dull
Forever
To love deeply, to see the hidden wonder
Is to agree to throb for as long as you live
Can you hear the tragedy?
The very pain of beauty itself?
And worse, the emptiness of never knowing it at all?
Without further ado
Meet my ghosts