I tell people I “lost”you, as if I left you at the busy bar or let go of your hand in the airport terminal. As if you’d fallen off the table and slipped through the gap between the floorboards or leapt from my pocket at the end of the garden. Tucked yourself beneath the sofa, forgetting to come out again.
I tell them you slipped away, as if I could pluck you from that gap in the floor, pull you out from the brambles. Like a jigsaw piece you’d surface again, as if you were always there, just temporarily misplaced.
Great take on the euphism.
Fantastic images that expose the euphemism and give clarity and feeling to the reader. Nice job!
Wonderful beginning for a story so well written
I lost my parents somewhere along the way. It hadn’t occurred to me what a silly way to put it that is. Until now.
Much feeling!
What grief embodied in those few apt words.
Powerful and moving
The expression has bothered me and you demonstrate why in a poignant way.