you were masterful in scenic routes
yet you (not of yourself)engaged in your disembodied escape
without knowing the essence of the fate
a weight attached and thrown into slumber
dragging behind the present state
concern ceased to exist, self motives came in the midst
i saw consciousness of your flux with expressiveness
yet it was not the end of the test
consequently surgery appeared
severing the mind from the heart
and in that injury words were lost in meaning and value
spat out in haste and protest
which set regret in later time clocks
returning to the central theme of loss
acceptance taken only by force
for a steady wall was attached and mounted
material foreign, yet made deep with love
you stood helpless in the residuum of hope
standing in the substation of anticipation
rerouting streets within your mind
aligning constellations, designating times
a soak of apathy tested, yet not approved
yet you try to soothe, the wound produced
and time seems only a friend to you
loneliness and solitude
and beyond it all there arise
a second life, new set of eyes
i see gestures of kindness brink
when eyes catch and stomachs sink
and smiles pass like a friend
they come and go
and you sigh then mend
for love is not always lost
it has fallen and has a cost
one which with we try to take
and bury hearts and past mistakes
only to dig them out again
dust them off and tie the ends
we see that somehow in that ground it grew
stronger, cleaner, and renewed
i do not worry for your hearts sake
for we all experience bends and breaks
and i do take note of the loss itself
i get concerned with mind and health
for you might not know all just why
but i promise you, my eyes weren't dry
i was not hard, i was not fake
i felt just as heavy as any weight
but this in turn i've had a thought
yes, all is gone
but not forgot…