Loss as way forward than the path behind.

Loss is heavy. It feels like losing a part of me in an odd accident of life’s impermanence. It brings with it this dreadful longing for what was sweet - a sweetness that was delicious. Like the touch of a lover that started many mornings. That look in those green eyes. So many unique sweetnesses, my untrusting mind worries it will never find again. And there might be some truth to that mistrust.

For there is no other like what is lost. Life is unique in everything - person, pet, place. While life replicates, its uniqueness as expressed in one cannot. Perhaps this is what is hard about loss. Then my rightfully untrusting mind needs grace much more than faith.

But this heaviness must lessen. There must be some wisdom in choosing to walk the path of loss as a way forward. Loss as a way in of itself that knows the way. Where the abrupt sourness of loss will fade with time until only a faint taste of that longed sweetness remains on the heart’s tongue. But then a tongue is ever ready to lick new yumminess of that which desires to come close enough. For sweetness must also come in many flavors.

In some ways my heart is perhaps a relay baton between love of myriads tastes that will find me, fade away and then find me again until it is time for me to be the one lost by a lover, an abrupt sourness that will slowly fade off leaving my unique sweetness on their heart’s tongue.

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