Losing, a poem

Somewhere along the way, we lost.


 


There ’s so much to lose, darling.


 


You can lose your way. You can lose


time. Spare change. Even love.


 


I ’ve lost before and will lose again.


Sometimes right now, it feels


as though I am drowning.


Still, I know how to swim so


I won ’t lose my life, at least


not yet.


 


Throughout the day, the light changes,


eventually


loses itself to night. And night


has its charms. But


thank god, eventually


night, too, loses as


light returns.


 


I sit here in the dark and wait.

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Published on April 26, 2017 08:01
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