Loss is the heavy breathing whispering in my ears.
In the dark night, in the cold road where I stand alone.
Loss is the weight depressing my shoulders.
Arresting me for every two steps I take.
Loss is the fist pinching that hole, I have in my heart.
Loss is the family, I fear of leaving.
Loss is the man, I fear of repelling.
I dug a ditch deep down my soul.
A crack to let light in.
Though loss came as sand, sealed my light.
Loss is the old creepy tree.
I try to root out of my garden.
Written by Lubaba Faisal Ali
Featured image is a painting from 1911 by the American artist John Singer Sargent (oil on canvas)