Loss

Before the dark takes all hope of light

Before the silence is complete

Before the wine has dulled the pain

Before other thoughts have crowded in

I will feel your loss

And once acknowledged that ache won’t

Leave for many hours; for hearts broken

By living children are hardest to mend

It seems, especially when the damage done

Seems hardly worth the loss

So once again I’ll take to the streets

And wander down the dark and stars

And hope to tire my weary soul and rest

My sorrowful heart and try not to resent

The ones I love, the ones who are my loss

S.E.Ingraham