Loss

I went into the living room to write
a poem of mourning.. about mourning about ambiguous loss and though it presented as my poems usually do with patterns of words I could not or would not write it or allow it to write itself.

That sense that we have lost someone who is still alive is very disturbing. Guilt mixes into it. Love resists its reality. Yet mourning is what we do for the loss we experience and for the lost loved one living in a diminishing state.

Expressing my grief here has freed me to let that poem that’s simmering form into its own as well.