And just like that, the triumph is gone.
We all cope awkwardly
with the end of this triumph.
We all remember laughter most,
and weep when it is gone.
And that triumph in laughing
despite ending, sends movement
forward for other triumphs.
But the cease of it
can conquer all joy.
We all have someone to mourn,
someone to let go of,
someone who, when their triumph ends,
will cause ruptures in us.
Coping and laughing,
shared space and patterns,
empathy blankets and comforts
as our lights go out one by one.
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