Loss is a handkerchief that fell into a puddle
Baby teeth you knocked off in a brawl with your brother
The medals sported by a rival's winning team
An empty pocket where your wallet should have been

Loss can be as petty as a thing misplaced. but then

Loss is Grandmother who can't remember your name
A friend's betrayal nearly driving you insane
Loss is growing up, knowing too much all too soon
Loved ones passing on to live as shadows of the moon.