Some will tell you that loss or rather
the pain that comes with it
is the price
of love
but I think instead it is very much just
a part
of
love
the letting go part
it is precisely how we love
when all choice is taken away
and we have to find the strength to
let go
the love continues on, of course
and that
is the part that hurts the most
the suddenly being without that physical presence
the not seeing, the missing
and the how will we…
we just do
and even that heavy, heavy ache
that sits like a lump
in the left side of your chest
I think that’s actually a reminder
that love is still there
in that same spot
it just quietly, but continuously
fills every single nook and cranny
that might be feeling
empty
it’s the softest, gentlest undulating wave
that maybe only for a brief second,
and almost unnoticed
brushes over your skin
to soothe
and even when you might think
I cannot possibly do this again
it hurts too much
unknowingly, love is softly bringing the pink
back to the subtleties of your skin
feeling
to your fingertips and
toes
whether it is a pet, or a parent
a partner, a friend
the loss, the grief, the
sadness
is all part of loving
and
I do so wish you
love
we are made of love
and there is not a price to pay
except maybe
that we should care for each other
continuously
and
kindly ♥