no name #2

in my experience

there are two kinds of loss

one is shattering, debilitating

reducing you to only a name

and the other feels just about the same

though they sound

deceivingly, horribly similar

there is but

one key difference

it depends on who dies that day

or on the offchance

not one will die at all

and that one is slow

and deceptively soft

just know, that each

either, whichever,

ending comes to be

exposed, screaming

they will rot and

tear at, rip at,

and choke you with

your own vocal cords

it'll happen all the same

and loss is a hell of a ride.

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This poem is the result of a truly deep and thoughtful thought. Loved this poem so much. You are unique.