We all deal with loss in different ways, and no one path is necessarily more suitable than any other.
This loss, far from death, has too it’s own grieving regime.
Fragile you, so small
And yet, now lost, you leave a void
Belying a significance not before known.
A phantom touch,
you leave behind a ghost
that too will fade in time, be lost
and we will carry on, as we were
For childish, vain, we cannot be,
Should not be, there is so much more
with so much less and so we soldier
On but loss remains,
Gently etched in scar tissue here,
A vacant space.