No More Losses.

No more losses, Lord. No more. No more losing friendships, loosing jobs, loosing homes, loosing lives. No more pulling out the people and things that I love and need, and leaving me with loss.

Soon I will loose my roommates again. And I will loose my home. I love them so dearly, and I love this sense of home. But the loss is going to come. It will and already is. No more loss of them.

No more loss of people I become close to. Of people whose lives I share. For a minute for a weekend for a month for a year. No more loss of my friends spread global, or my friends near. No more losses.

No more loss of center. Of moving, of jobs, of transitions, of routine, of trust, of stability. No more losses, Lord. No more loss of me.