love life loss

a typewriter poem for a woman who lost her husband a few months ago


love      love is the most powerful thing there is

love    in all its forms      is     precious

love is to be held     not too tightly     jut enough

held just enough to let it be

what it needs to be

love     never    dies

it flies     with      the wind

cries with the rain


life     life is for living

really      really     living

fully         beautifully        sorrowfully

live      live every moment       live in tune

live out of time



loss is inevitable

loss is part of love and life

it is

but loss is not the end

just a bend in the road

love and life and loss

are who




Love life loss

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