There's always a sense of grief
when something is lost
be it small
be it big
be it seemingly insignificant
be it a sense of joy on a cloudy day
be it the favorite jacket on a rainy one
However, there is also
a sort of grief
when things change
and are no longer what they were.
That sense
of falling
out
of
love
with something
is sometimes
more crushing
than had it gone
away completely
Because how can you grieve
when it's staring back at you
with eyes you don't recognize
and a voice all wrong.
The little things
in the world
like the way a crosswalk is painted
or the way that a bird sings
or how your own handwriting has changed so much
it would probably be
to a child you, unrecognizable
There are parts that
can never go back
just a bone set, in the best way it can
but never perfect
forever crooked
And that's just part of life
but let us grieve it, the change
don't bring us shame
for nostalgia turned sour with knowledge
because sometimes the only way is
disconnecting, violently that thing we loved
from
whomever,
whatever,
created it
and sometimes
its digging the grave ourselves
and loveling packing the dirt
saying simply to it, before
its gone
I'll never forget
how much I loved you
