Loss

Sometimes, we forget our words. Sometimes, we don’t remember how to mourn. Silence stands between us, a leviathan of unspoken grief. We linger in its shadow, waiting for the delicate whisper of rain.


12 responses to “Loss

  1. This is beautiful. I am experiencing loss today as I learned of a dear friend passing this morning.

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  2. I’d say the delicate whisper of rain is just about the thing you guys need right now…

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  3. Beautifully written; I can see silence as that elephant in the room.

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  4. I liked how quiet the prose felt.

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  5. “delicate whisper of rain.” Lovely, tragic, all at once.

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  6. Beautiful piece, Christine! I can’t even give any criticism I loved it so much ❤

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  7. This could be micropoetry. Lovely and tragic.

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  8. Yes rain plz. I love the image of grief as a looming shadow, something that shouldn’t feel heavy but is.

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