and why would I live
beyond all kin and kindness
absent to their eyes
so, one leaves a friendless warmth,
braving winter’s storms, to die
Copyright © 2019.10.31, by Lizl Bennefeld.
The many deaths of those most dear
within the past three years… Suddenly, I’m homesick
for a place I’ve never seen.
Mourning seems to come in waves. In the midst of happiness, remembered losses beg not to be forgotten. That’s a trap, I think. The insistence of the mind on revisiting those intense emotions, long after one has moved on. The bittersweet taste of loves and friends and family set aside until time ends, or else, renews all things.