January

Loss

But not the kind I’m used to.

Too strange and romantic

Too familiar, unreal

And full of sensation.

Overwhelming, extinction of self

and swung right through

The heart.

The shock.

The otherness, that I should find here,

This ‘beyond’ that exists after

Against all odds.  Odd.

That I am a stranger here, that I am lost.

Wandering some place that

Defies all cost.

Here it is.

Past fear.

This new expanse

And me alone

And knowing still, though I’ll never see you here,

That you are here also.