occasionally

occassionally I find myself

thinking about loss

it’s a strange feeling, prempting & preparing for moments that are inevitable

i almost imagine the numbness

it’s like hardening molten metal in a furnace

moments on the verge of collapse

life is so short

but would it be different if it was longer?

if we were shown a piece of string

coiled up

would we see ourselves unfold

into a straight line, with a beginning and an end?

or are we really a knot

never to be untied

always blissfully unaware

of how we started

and where the end might be