Loss — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

it’s my loss, personal, and alone — yet it still belongs to you as well, to the world at large, for this sorrow is shared by our common ache of letting go. We have all been broken, and now bonded in a single space that holds the pieces of our former lives. In this sense, our truest belonging — no loss, no pain however slight or large, can be said to be one’s own.

Every tear we shed together.

~

Peace,

Eric