Loss

It's all the same this sense of loss,
when something loved has died,
a body, mind, relationship;
it all brings grief and trial.

Sometimes it is the dreams we lose,
which are the greatest pain,
because they're so ephemeral;
not real enough to claim.

And when someone has changed so much,
that what they were has gone,
it's like the death made literal;
yet nothing there to mourn.

With every loss that we endure,
no matter large or small,
our hearts are touched so deeply;
raw feelings surely born.

Each will sit in shouldered shape,
a layering of such loss,
foundation for our psyche;
the substance of our soul.