The saddest losses are lovers
Our secrets dashed along with hopes due
Our loss is not one of life's cycles
But a rejection of all we thought knew

They do not die, they are not gone
They left us by their own choice
That we mourn now is due just to them
Or they to us - actions take voice

They are still around -
Sympathy's thin on this ground

The finest bonds we could have chosen
Torn apart before the season's frost
Another scaffold turned fortification
Another peak of joy turned to loss

The saddest loss is that
we
were
lovers

10/26/24