Tag: Loss

As Time Takes Me

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I sit and stare at my phone.
Images swipe past, as do voices.
They all tell me stories;
They all give me choices.

But I’m surfeited with life and death.
And can’t truly tell what seems better.
I must have handed this decision
To a love who loved in some love letter.

Now things aren’t clear as I stare.
I can’t think of a tomorrow.
Then may be smiles I can’t see,
Now is just a tsunami of sorrow.

So perhaps, as the summer wanes
And blistering heat turns into rain,
I might choose a brand new story,
As time helps me live beyond the pain.

Friend

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The loss may not be great,
For I have stared death, in the face,
And even he did not suffer
To stay too long in one place.

Much like the rain drop
That drops, from the turbulent sky:
She knows not much of where she falls,
On whom, or what, or why –

The sky loses her –
Yet is not diminished by this loss;
Though he is mindful of each drop
And the weight of what it costs.

So I give you up, like he does;
It’s how and what we become that matters:
Your water is bound for withered earth,
While lightning in me, shatters.

Bella

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The old pass and make way for the new. Such is life. But there are links we all have to our past lives that live on with age… once the old fades, those links leave the realm of collective reality. There are links which we have to those we love. We connect people and animals and objects with love. When one goes, the link lives on in the other. When the other passes, it lives on with me.

The day before, I heard news of my friend’s dog passing away. My friend and I have fallen apart. It happens to the best of us. But when my sister gave me the news of his dog passing, I felt terribly sad. I remember her as a pup, and I had met her on the day he got her home. She formed a link with my fourth furkid, Zoe. Zoe passed away in 2013… and now Bella has passed away.

She was a bossy, dominating, brindle boxer. Much like her dad. Of course, he isn’t brindle, or a boxer. But he might as well be one. It irks me that I cannot pick up the phone and call him. It irks me that he let go of our friendship of over 20 years and did not see it fit to call me when Bella was sick. Human beings essentially suck. Me, included.

But I am just putting this out there, that life is cyclical. I have faced the loss of a furkid. I know it is devastating. I wish I could overcome my fear of rejection to pick up the phone and tell him how wonderful I thought Bella was. That she has been on my mind ever since I found out about her passing. She was a beautiful, obedient, wonderful doggo. With her goes another life that was linked to my Zoe, my aunts and a different life. She will be missed. And she will be remembered in love.

I am sorry for your loss, Bhav. And I am sorry I failed to call.