NaPoWriMo April 25. Without Prompt.
Loss
Eyes droop heavy
tear salt encrusted lashes
stare forward unseeing.
Throat gags trying to escape
the cloying flower scent
preserved in artificial cold air.
Silent screams inaudible
smothered in the cacophony
of shushing hushing voices.
Hands folded, cold
should be warm in mine
swinging down our lane.
Comprehension dawns
sun shines out of synch
with the ending of our days.
lillian the home poet 
Loss seems to many, a final ending to a long story. For me, it opens a new chapter book of memories. One’s that many have not always revisited with knowing those same people were still around the corner. Setting tears aside, allows one to start their new book with the fondest memories layered page after page in such fullness of color and happiness as they were enjoyed during good times. Loss is not final, but rather a stepping stone in this new garden your friend or loved one just created. Loss is not an option, but rather an act that will always make it upon that stage of life. The memories just add the touch to help make it as happy a happy ending as one could anticipate through loss. Never to remove the tears, as those help the healing process. The happy ending is when the memories gently slide the hurt and pain to the side and recall all the good that one remembers. Very well written!
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I find that I especially treasure old photos — . Loss is hard. Grief is hard work. Memories do, with time, become more gentle. I agree.
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They are both hard roads to travel but one’s we have to endur.
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