Sunday Afternoon Poetry: “Loss”

I don’t want 
words
I don’t want
pity
I don’t want 
to wring poetry
from heartache like
mop water. 
 
I just want 
to hug my friends
I just want
to not pray alone
I just want 
Apocalypse to come
and make tears
evaporate completely. 
 
Maybe there is 
redemption
maybe there is 
grace
maybe there is 
some holy plot
in which life
breaks through.
 
Despite it all.

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