PASSAGES

Does loss have a form?  Standing, staring at an absence, a void, where once was solid.  Someone told me, last week, that it’s just like a hand placed in a bucket of water, and then withdrawn.  When someone, something, is lost, then the world closes in around it like water.  Yet …  surely … there is that sense that something remains, resists closure.  Phantasmagorial … for time immemorial, and eternity.  A retinal stain, afterimage, after all.  Cerebral stigma.