The loss

     A watchful step. 2 days ago
memories made it so hard to move, to
sleep. Alert of the loss. Alert of all
the changes.

     Still felt uneasy over the fact of
past does creep up to quake the very fiber,
dust of a being.

     What else is there to do but walk
away. Cry. Be creative in the long
quiet night.

      Eyes shatter. Drips of the clear water
downpour in rivers. My face red and
splotchy.

      All I needed was a smile to make
it all better yet I prayed for help.

     Know there are going to be those moments.
What else to do but pray and be active in
another postive field.

     As I worked, cranked out the jewelry
my mind eased. The memories faded.
Missing the loss.

    Just breathe, pray and hope.

        All will be gone soon.

          You a lasting loss.

               Not today.