a parting;
a breaking;
a death;
a memorial.
i always wonder
after the beginning
of an ending
how far love
(or something like)
is worth it—
whether the joy
of finding and
in the same breath
being found can ever
outweigh the fear
of loss.
maybe it doesn’t.
maybe the inevitability
of losing is what
makes the having had,
however fleeting,
worth the while.
