Inevitable

Loss happens

Yet…

Such intervals seek rest

For occasion understands

Whether break-up wake or memorial

Inevitably one’s heart pumps empty chambers of loneliness

Even as wisdom knows exhaustion is but a residual of life’s tenacity

Forced interims usher in conscious awareness

While terminal loss weeps quiet tears hesitantly exposed

Might one’s precious celebratory loss be

But the need for accepting time as friend?

To those who say there is no end

The enigma is yours