Loss / Loneliness / More Loss /  (Transience, etc.)

 
 
 
You
lost that mojo long ago.
                             Nothing left.
                       Lost it all as in a Vegas bust.
No one even looks  
                        when time is taut, or otherwise.
Gifts squandered. Fell broken in the dust gathering
                         through
                                       ill house
                                       keeping.
Sad renderings of things undone.
                                    things undone
                                       things undone.
 
Where'd you go, my love?
                         We went, and then we were gone
                        from each
                                      other.
From all that cared. Into a life worth losing.
                         A century  
                              of loneliness.
           That "100years of solitude,"
                      that some
            one referred to once, in time
     lost, never to be found again.
 
                       There
                         it
                       goes.
 
We always knew you were the stronger.
           Who is winning? Who won? (Why
             do they fight like that?)
       (Stepping around their own urgencies).
 
Never-the-less, more will come. For some'one.
                 For some.
 
       Don't be caught
 
                              napping,
 
                              (again).
 
Life's (a) losing proposition.
     And we'll never know (it).
 
    Just      let       go.
                      Let    go.
                                       Gone.
 
 
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