Poetry for Thought

Title: What do you think?

Loss is weightless, isn’t it?

Like a fictitious story.

Where is the documentation of loss?

Yes, a person died,

Yes, a person left,

But is that loss?

Isn’t loss what follows?

The weightless fog that has no colour,

No smell, no speed, no way to find it in this world.

An obituary doesn’t smell of loss,

It is at the period of the last sentence, of the obituary where the loss begins.

How do you explain voices in your head from a dead person?

How do you explain the smell of your ex-lover in your room?

How do you hear a meowing of cat that is long gone?

I carry loss with me,

Everywhere, every time,

Each loss having their own personalities.

Sometimes it’s a tea party,

Where we can laugh.

But does that last forever?

Ask anyone, it doesn’t.

Can you feel that weight on your chest?

Feet? Arms? Fingers? Eyes?

Is there someone holding you down?

Did you check under the bed? Behind the doors? Inside your memory?

Questions without answers, answers without questions

Is the loop of loss, I reckon.

Well, in the end, we can make friends with our monsters,

And all monsters are not scary,

A lot of them are heavy,

Like unwanted mosquitoes when you want to fall asleep,

But they come back every night.

So what do you think?

Why is loss weightless and heavy all at once?

Why do we have this loop?

How do you end this loop?

-the end-