Everyone experiences loss in their own way,
So I won’t pretend to know
What was ripped away by the wind.
I see destruction on the screen.
I see pictures of you walking through it.
I did not see you open your eyes.
I will not see the slow realization
Of the incomprehensible future you face
Of the toll you will add up over time,
Wondering if the count will ever end.
I know only two things.
You have lost
And I can’t possibly understand.
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