Loss

From the ground it surges.
First the sucking, oozing inhale.
Then, the breathless vacuum,
A prelude to the rush.
Engulfing
Heaving
Retching
Razing
The detritus of a life.
Made over years,
Over love.
Love over
And out
Of love.

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