Loss by Phillip Muniz

I lie here waiting
watching silent
‘neath the shadowy eaves
of the broken night.
Casting my mind to the
lost and broken,
lost in shadows,
lost in light.
What is it?

Loss isn't when you can't find something,
loss is when you feel the imprint.
A blurry negative
of what once was.
Being lost in the
solitary night
brings no comfort,
offers no light.
Thinking is all I can do.
But thinking is what
Is threatening
To swallow me deep
Into rolling seas
Where the darkest of thoughts
Are deeper than the darkest abyss.
How then can you anchor?
When all is falling
All is crashing
Beating against your soul.
Answer:
You don't.