Loss

the hurt of losing
never dulls,
even when it’s been so long that you almost thought
you’d never lost.

but on extending a hand
and receiving a slap
you remember.

Not just the loss
but what came before,
the laughter and connection
the companionship
which seemed unbreakable.

recalling the loss
never hurts so much
as recalling what was lost.

June 2008

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