pieces

too much
if anyone tried to write about loss it shouldn't be me
but you see it all around you
sometimes it happens to you
but levels of loss
man so hard. so different
unfair
so harsh and raw and awful
cruel
I don't wish to know the deeper levels enough to write about them
i don't want to be able to know them enough to express them
i don't feel worthy of even attempting (i'm not) thankfully
but heartbreak
and loss
and death
and losing your love
and life
and no more
losing a part of you
and being gone
and years of life wiped away
and memories
and pieces of them left behind
and future
and what would be
and what would have been
are another level of deep we don't understand
how do we know why it happened
what was the purpose
why is life given
and ripped away
why
why is why the only thing we can ask
and the only thing we can't answer