Loss, a version of myself shuffles away
We don’t like to lose even things we got only yesterday
Once it mingles with your neural signals that new stranger becomes a part
So when you fly to pieces it hurts like blunt force trauma like losing your mama.
Can’t you just unwind? go backwards in your mind to the time before it entered your door?
Apparently not, because I’ve tried and that version remains coursing through my veins.