I know loss that fills you with emptiness,
So gaping a hole it leaves you as a piece of a whole.
I know loss like a single Monarch Butterfly
Trapped within four white walls, no throne to be found,
Trapped within a room all white like a jewelry box lined with shimmering satin
Waiting and eager to hold a precious jewel, to have a reason for its folds and wrinkles.
I know loss like a tear in that shimmering satin
Waiting to rip open and show the truth of what lies beneath
Beauty: simple, cardboard mimicry of the wood it once was.
It once was wood among many in a blanket of trees;
Many breaths of fresh air when in unity, but alone
Just a stump of memories.
I know loss like the last page of a favorite book being torn out,
Never to be revisited, never to be known again.
I know loss like fading memories, and unreliable recollections
Of chuckles and giggles, with his nose scrunched up
In his fits of perfect giddiness. Or was it even giddiness?
Was it, maybe, just bliss?
I know loss like not being able to capture a lone Monarch in the woods, free and flighty.
I know loss like not being able to capture anymore into words what it is to feel bliss.