Music of Loss

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A year.
What changes in a year?
A smile, a memory, the entire world.
Reality.
A year can see so much.
A looking glass into time.
Time past, time forgotten.
Like sand through my fingers.
Echoes and nothing more.
A memory.
Denial saves the place.
It holds me, a willing captive.
Don't ever let me go.
Who clings to who?
Grief my constant companion.
Adding tallies to her book.
Scratches in a clay wall.
The wall that is patched in many places.
A barrier against reality.
We hovel together, Grief and I.
I leave but she doesn't worry.
She knows I always return to her.
She is the keeper of my memories.
She never loses my treasures.
I trust her as she trusts me.
Hold me now, my comforter.
Envelop me in your presence.
In God's arms, enfold us both.
Here amongst the ones we have lost. 
Although they are but whispers to me.
You can hear them.
Translate it for me.
Her interpretation is always a familiar melody.
Everything is clear through the tongue of loss.
The ancient language that connects us.
I listen for the whispers across time.
A year is not so long.

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