"I Can't Breathe"

If loss lingered on the edge of words

Then “goodbye” would be more than two syllables

I find myself

Thinking often these days

Why loss has become such a run on sentence

We were supposed to be infinite

Do you remember that?

Instead

We all ran in different directions

Slamming our hips on the corners

Of the world

Not even pausing when their bodies hit the ground

We left them behind

All of them

And found that 

We did not avoid loss at all

But always stood

Directly in her tide

You see,

In the end

We lost what we were always destined to--

Ourselves.

  -Madisen Lee