loss-T

 a mirrored image of a woman and wolf rests in the face of the river.

the groundless earth carves its grief into her heart. she falls, alone, to her knees.

the cruelty of eternal love stabs at her finite hands. she grasps the emptiness of loss.

beauty sings around this funeral of hope; birds dance. the sky is persistently blue.

in the hollow well of sorrow, there is a home. she cries to no one at all.

prayers break like dried leaves. wind scatters them in every direction before landing in hidden places.

places where no one goes.