I have two memories of loss:
The monumental less scarring
Than the mundane: mourning the shadows
Of missed chances than an urn’s silhouette.
Some chances are abruptly cut. Rejected
Before the brain could process the loss.
I cry over small things and win
Over trauma. This equation does
Not need structure. Adrenaline works – like
Climbing a treehouse fueled by the fear
Of heights or gracefully free diving without
Learning how to swim. It might be the breeze
From above or the stillness of the water.
I do not falter when loss is apparent.
I could only tremble at the imagined.