The question is, are you allowed to grieve the loss of something that you personally removed? Sometimes I feel the absence of silver on my finger and though it should technically feel lighter, I feel like it is weighed down by something much much heavier. I think that means that the weight of a nostalgic and wishful but dead memory may be more than a happy and current one. And I grieve the loss of my small, significant, superficial-yet-sound, silver-piece.
Often I feel the absence of validation of my thoughts and ideas and I am forced to remember what it’s like to feel alone in that way. I think, and that’s all that happens with that. I remember how warm it felt to have these thoughts wisp out of my mouth and touch my lips and enter another mind. How that whole process allowed for these thoughts to exist for a small increment of time and that was truly enough. And I grieve the loss of my loving, learned, loyal, listener.