The Art of Loss


The art of loss is hardly hard to master;  
So many ways exist to slip away—  
The gentle fading of a cherished day,  
The quiet parting from a beloved pasture.

Unraveled threads from seams of what we hold,  
The cherished moments, scattered like the leaves,  
Are lessons learned in loss. We weave,  
But every thread unravels, every story told.

Lost keys, a name once whispered in delight,  
The laughter shared beneath a sunlit sky—  
These echoes linger, yet they softly sigh  
As time drifts on, elusive as the night.

It’s not a matter of defeat or grief,  
For loss is woven deep within the heart,  
A tapestry of joy and pain, each part  
A thread that grants our journey sweet relief.

Though loss may sting and weigh upon the soul,  
We find a way to gather what remains—  
In every longing, every sweet refrain,  
We shape our lives, and learn to feel whole.

The art of loss, though haunting, is a gift,  
A chance to savor all that once was dear,  
To cherish moments fleeting, held so near
For in their absence, we begin to lift.


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