I lost a character today.
We had just met, I don’t even know her face.
She winked into my life, and blinked right back out.
I know her hurts, her wants, but I don’t know her story.
I know where she is headed, though she doesn’t know the destination yet.
A little piece of me is out adventuring.
I guess I will write her story when she gets back, if she comes back.
There are many kinds of loss, and this one has a particular kind of ache.
This fragment of my soul is missing, and it hurts.
I hope she comes back, and her story is magnificent.