Love and Loss, thy name is Death

Why do we fear an ending so near?

Because loss is the debt that time makes clear.

It’s the creditor’s collector come to say:

“Your bills are overdue, it’s time to pay.” 

Anything gained is leased in time,

Taken by a thief who steals without crime. 

A law unchanged, yet hard to learn—

What we thought was ours must be returned. 

How can love bloom, yet end in grief?

A moment cherished is always brief.

We grieve deeply because we loved fully,

Life’s counterweight has balanced the pulley. 

Can knowing this rule end our plight

To hold onto the transient, a pointless fight? 

In this world of dust and breath,

All beginnings end in death.

Yet death is but a shape undone,

Like mist that yields unto the sun.

For when the pot breaks, the clay’s still there,

Just as water dissolves into the air. 

When death is denied, life loses its depth. 

Fate kept her promise, we overstepped. 

We deny natural order in attempts to survive,

But if we live in fear of loss, are we really alive?