Loss

It is wrenching.

Hollow. Sunken and echoing like a well.
Right here.

Full. Swollen and suffering.
Like a puffed up pillow, its nothingness protrudes.

There's nothing. Less than nothing.

It is painful.

Hurt. Aching and jabbing like a stab to the stomach.
Right here.

Numb. Dulling and silent.
Sweepingly it cloaks my life in darkness.

It is unbelievable.

Lost. Confused and in denial.
A ship at sea, I float with no sense of direction.
                                                                                  There's a sense I am sinking. Right here.

Found. Loved and comforted.
Like a murmuration, it has brought us together.

I am swept up by wings of kindness, lifted by generous words.

Floating on the fond memories, I will try to keep my sail upright, as best I can.