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The Difference Between Lose And Loss
Gone Without Goodbye
There comes a certain point in your life when words with the same definition begin to mean different things.
Especially when the word has so much meaning relying on it's few letters.
Words can't always describe how someone is feeling, and I truly believe that there are words, emotions, and feelings that have yet to be discovered.
So instead we use different words to substitute the actual thing we are feeling.
But there are words that should never get confused for the other.
Lose or Loss?
People lose things all the time.
A favored pair of earrings, a text book, a left sock, maybe even a friendship.
But these things, they can all be found. They can all be rediscovered.
Then there's loss.
Loss is the end.
There is no beautiful rediscovery, or enchanting finding.
They're just gone.
"I'm sorry for your loss."
These words will never stop weighing heavy on each person that has to hear them. Each word is just a jumble of letters until you finally hear it.
Maybe it's the questions left unanswered. The words left unsaid. Or the feelings left to sit with you for the rest of your life.
You think of this person, these questions, these memories, these words, for a long time after your "loss". But these things fade.
Their face begins to dim from your memory, their voice begins to sound unrecognizable, no matter how hard you try to hear it.
You're left with a void.
I believe this "void" is an emotion yet to be discovered so we use this word to fill ourselves with this thing we are feeling.
They'll tell you to fill this "void" with joyous memories or the sound of your loss's laugh.
And this does, for some odd reason, provide some form of quick comfort.
But that void, that loss, that person, live so vividly.
Until one day, you wake up, and you're not flooded with this feeling that life is so unfair.
Until one day, you wake up, and you're filled with this enormous sense of well being.
Until one day, you wake up, and you know that they will be okay with you being okay.
You stop feeling like you don't deserve this life as much as they do.
You stop feeling like life is un-whole without them in it.
And finally you start feeling like you are worthy with them always beside you.
You realize they are not gone. But they are more alive. You carry them with you every day.
What felt like such a burden of loss, replaces itself with a lifetime of hope.
And the words you never got to say, you know they hear.
I hope your final breath didn't feel heavy.
I hope your final view was a blue sky.
I hope your final words put every poem ever written to shame.
I hope your final thought is one you don't regret.
I hope your final sound was that of music .
I hope your final touch was indescribable.
I hope the last person that held you did it right.
I wish you could've lived for a thousand years.
But maybe my loss, was just your gain.