The Clarity of Loss

This year I did not mark
the day of your death.
I let it slip by in an afternoon
filled with music you'll never hear,
words you'll never read,
a chorus of voices raised in protest
at the unwavering passage of time.
I don't need a number
to know that you are gone.

Since you went away, other tragedies
have left their toll, the media
mining the fragile, the exhaustion,
the relentless sorrow of things we cannot change.
We have made high art out of twisted cars,
planes crashing, buildings falling.

I have dissected my past into little pieces
and put them in their proper places.
I have begun the process of growing up
and older, of stripping down memories
to their essence and casting off the extraneous.

Even without a calendar, we will be born
and die, clock work beyond our control.
And there is a clarity in loss because
it reveals the true path, the one common
experience, the thing we all share.
You have died and I will join you, and time,
which we have enslaved ourselves to, will snap,
and in whatever an instant is,
it will be as if we never parted.

--CK, from Slow To Burn

Comments

Anonymous said…
once again, better than any rant. This is beautiful and sad.

GAV
Powerful piece Collin. I appreciate the post.
M. Shahin said…
Beautiful...you have really written something genuine and important. You are excellent.

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