It: It

 It

 is that thing you lose

when you're standing next to your best

friend's casket,

telling yourself it's not really them lying there,

just their body.

It

 is that thing you gain

when your hands meet those of another

whose day

wouldn't have been complete without

you.

 It

 is that thing you need

when you find yourself sitting alone in a dark

room without

any room

to think.

 It

 is that thing you have

when

everyone's eyes

need only to find yours to know

 it's alright.

 It

 will never be the same

without

you.