LOSS When the knife of separation cleaves our heart, and sections this time in space from the rest, the pain comes in a heavy dark fog, a suffocating blanket. It wends its way along the hidden by-ways of the mind, and touches the empty spaces in the heart, where love or longing for love once resided, but is no more. In a tick of a second, the loss plunks a chunk from the heart, and in that moment, the pain overwhelms us, and we feel it will never heal. But time soothes the wound, for new love grows around it. It never completely disappears, it will be touched again, when a new space is created. The spaces remain, regardless of the passing years, they become part of the heart, the part that never lets you forget the joy, and love and life that once filled them. Memories of love now fill the voids, although pain is mingled with joy. Would life be better for not suffering loss? Never losing what we love? Without the empty spaces, how would we know fulfillment? Life is strange, for love is never lost. Love never grows cold, it never dies. Love lives on, to warm the cold morning hours, and blooms in the snow like a boquet of flowers.... In loving memory of my father, sister and brother....