Loss is always dressed as an ambush

Leaving you in shock and pain riddled

Or too numb to distinguish a difference  

It’s something you can never prepare for

Albeit you can still plan until you’re blue

Unexpectedness exceeds our expectations

No matter how many losses we suffer

Intellectually we’re designed to hit reset

Which in turn sets us up for the next one

And our emotions will be caught off guard           

Some are felt deeper, others in fewer tears  

But nonetheless, it will most certainly hurt

If not immediately then in perpetual spurts    

And liken our hurt love… lasting forever


Poet of the Light © 2022

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