***It’s a poem!
There’s a certain type of loss.
It’s both expected yet unexpected.
No one can tell
if it’s for the best or for the worst.
Temporary or forever.
I told myself not to get attached.
Lie and lead an easier life.
But how does one kill their heart?
How does one not mourn a love lost?
You weren’t the loss I expected.
None of life is what I expected.
I suppose it is better that all are honest
rather than just one or two of us.
I shall miss you, friend.
I shall miss the shoulder to cry on.
I shall miss patience and sympathy.
I shall miss gossip and laughter.
But most of all,
I shall miss a good person.
