On Loss
April 1, 2008 by thisgirlremembers
She tried it on for size,
Testing out the shape of a world
One person lighter.
It wouldn’t button up,
The fit was far too snug,
The color, really, was all wrong,
And she’d never liked buttons anyway.
She wished it had a zipper but it didn’t and
She couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
She took it off and put it on
Frequently over the next few days,
As she waited for the call that would
Bind its collar tight around her throat for good.
It never felt quite right and she was sure it
Wouldn’t ever fit the way the old world had.
But she could tell that it would
Settle over her shoulders in time,
Stretching a little here and there,
And maybe one day it wouldn’t rub her
Quite as raw as it did today.
There was that, at least.
The first stanza is excellent and you follow it through well
and in those rare instances in which we haven’t the foresight to try it on for size beforehand,, and it happens upon us like a thief in the night… it feels as if everything you own is made of virgin wool,, and has been washed in extremely hot water… then dried thoroughly… nothing fits.. and everything is scratchy and irritating… and cannot be restored to its original fit or beauty… no matter what you do….
I study about the environment and this poem made a lot of sense to me. This world no longer fits. WE have, very methodically, made it unfit : (
Loved the conversational easy style of the poem. nice!
~chandni
ps: in case you were wondering, I got here through antonella’s blog. cheers!