Feeling the Loss of Him by Raymond A. Foss Standing, walking, coming through the line greeting you, for a moment, sharing but a snapshot, a burst, of what I was feeling, so small compared to the enormity the reality of your loss. Feeling so small, standing in the line, before I approached you. Thinking of what his loss means to me, to so many, as written in the paper Murmured in the court, on the phone with out practitioners. Reading so many stories, so many telling words, the lives he touched, changed for the better, truly. Of his help to me, guidance and rebuttal, chastised and cajoled Feeling the loss of him so acutely, still. | | web set designed & created by belly |