Loss & Love

Why am I so afraid?
A loss of love is a terrifying thing.
Losing the ability to love is worse.
The pain of the process of loss is terrifying.

Where do old folks go when they leave the old folk’s home?
Do they go on to glory?
Or do they merely live on in stories?

Where does love go when I am left alone?
Does my Love cause my heart to groan?
Or does my heart merely turn into stone?

What happens to me when I die to self?
Do I fear less and love more?
Or am I near less and shove more?

Who am I and who are you?
How will I know your answer’s true?
Let us come apart and chat a while …
Before the nation comes apart and we march in single file into a dark inferno.

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