grief card 48

---art by Molly Koehn, prompt by NHC, Living with Loneliness

You keep company with silence.

A word breaks into a world

no one can promise is not pain.

It could have been flower or laughter.

For you, a hollowing,

a scraped and carved cavern

where you turned into your echo, sound

of a sound. No one knew

you were missing,

which is the loneliest kind of loss,

how I did not know I'd given up on repair

until I heard the word darn. 

You have a name as mountainous,

as claimed, and as is.