Surfing sorrow, solo

My years are too young to have experienced life’s great love, and lost it. And yet.

The weight of loss pulls from my breastbone
Into the deepest trenches of being
Hooked to me

The same weight that once stabilized the very earth I walked
That grounded my feet, your love

That now anchors not trust.
Not hope.
I’m surfing sorrow,

solo.