Loss Without End

Right before the accident, I was on my way to tell my beloved that I had figured out the problem.

But I arrived too late – or just in time to try to save him.

There was no room to speak of our truth in the face of his free will being so violently disrupted.

So I instead focused on building a life around him so that when he returned to himself, he would have something to call his own.

Yet, somewhere in the struggles, worry, and best attempts, I still lost my best friend.