Loss

The sky has cleared,
All clouds have dispersed.
Though the sun
does not smile today.

She gradually gets up
off of her knees
though she was not aware
Of submitting.

The crimson flows
from the cuts and scrapes
The saline does
fall from her eyes.

She finally acknowledges
The loss.

Why must it always be Me?”
She asks
to no one in particular.

And no one
in particular
answers.