That deep surreal sting.
Enveloping you, consuming you, making you unaware.
Leaving you blindsided, creeping up unexpectedly.
It propels you into a flood of emotions.
Free to cry, tremble, ache.
Yet it also leaves you devoid of any feeling.
Stumbling through the motions of what is left.
It moves through unanticipated waves.
And soon… soon…
But seemingly not soon enough…
It begins to dissipate and make perfect sense.
Stitching the torn spirit back together,
Weaving in newfound meaning.
Occasionally returning to remind us of that loss.
And once familiar, it becomes a welcomed passage.

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