Lessons in loss
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In the way this was planned
you were meant to learn through contrast:
the throne you once nestled in
as you sipped your tea,
and the indifference you now wander in
as you wonder what became of me.
My path was to teach through sameness:
to explore blue in skies,
green in forests,
to teach worth through permanence.
Yours was the way of loss,
of determined sand –
the horse, departing a field
because it was not planted on its terms
is a horse destined to learn the difference
between what doesn’t leave
and what seldom returns.
