Poetry & Art


Loss is my best friend.


She sits with me, shares my morning tea, and lays down with me at night.


So much time has been wasted asking why she’s here.


Because of her, I no longer am waiting on others to make me whole.


As I get swept away in blissful fragments of yesterday.


She pulls me back into the present.


And reminds me that grieving is my greatest lesson.

by thaliaylopez1

A 26 year old woman who is just expressing my thoughts. That's all folks.


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