The Ones We Lose Before They Leave

This is for the ones we lose before they leave

The suns that rise but bring no sunlight

For the faces that were once familiar

That were once smooth

In which we look, we seek for an inch of recognition

that are now burrows in whose depths lie the unknown

that which we don’t want to know, that which we may never know,

for it exists not perhaps

this is for those who stay but are never there

those we kill over and over again because we fear loss

for we know by their leaving we are changed

but are afraid of what we will become after their departure

 

this is for the ones who leave but we never lose

their leaving reminds us of the transient nature of life, of everything

we don’t like transient, we don’t like quick sands

we like stability

like the recurring theme of hope

it is for the lost, whom we didn’t know we had lost,

because they are still there

but also not there

their presence defined us

their absence are wounds covered in black blood clots

wounds that we ignore

ignoring them makes the pain bearable

this is for all blood clots that make living living

 

this is for the ones we lost before they left

whose eyes have hope

whose eyes tell us to find them and bring them back

those that tell us to hope

but hopes are like dreams,

and dreams are relative

and loss is not.