Loss

Most of the time, when things end, you’re given little to no warning.

No means to prepare yourself or time to come to terms with the loss you’re about to sustain

Like the universe clicking its fingers, it’s gone

And the pain is so sweet and sharp and it engulfs your entire being

Those fleeting moments of burning agony that hit you like waves on the shore

The all consuming darkness of sudden grief

But knowing that this chapter is ending is so much more destructive

There’s no tidal wave of uncontrollable emotion, just searing dread and clock watching

Counting down the days until it’s borrowed time.

Then, once the timer has run dry, its like motion sickness

The back of your throat fills with a lump

The pain turns to anger, that the world continues to spin despite the hole its turning has left in your soul

Your thoughts turn to what ifs and I wishes

And all that wasted time

And as we enter our final scenes, the crescendo

Teetering on the edge of taking a bow and seeing the lights go down

All I can think of is how much I wished I’d payed more attention sooner

No matter how it ends, knowing it will will never allow you to fully enjoy a moment’s pause

To stop the world in that moment before the curtain is drawn, as the crowd is still cheering

That would be bliss eternal.