When a person dies do you stop
loving them? Then why is it so hard
to love a person when they leave?
Loss, it is an uncontrolled substance.
It knows no bounds of human capacity.
It desires nothing but experience.
Love, it’s much like grief in the way you
soon learn to carry on in its absence.
With or without is still very much felt.
The throb at the root of the cause?
Sometimes you’ve just got to count
your losses as lessons
and your lessons as liaisons.