Loss

“What makes you cry?”

He asks me this as my mind is preoccupied with the thoughts of the person I now miss.

I think, how is it so easy to cut off someone you love without explanation, without reason, without hesitation?

Everyday, you pop into my head, and I feel not only my pain, but yours. And I remind myself, this isn’t about me. And the pain simmers, but only briefly.

You, you left in peace.

But you, oh, you left me in pieces.

And I respond to him while he holds my hand tightly, “The loss of a friend.”