“Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost” - 04/2022

Once you’ve been in love
The birds sing for you two,
All the songs are about them,
Every love poem, book, song, and art makes sense.
Nothing is too cheesy.
Life is a warm summer's day and a dance.
It’s your favorite song, the smell of dirt, and rain, and lilacs,
It’s your favorite color, look up at the moon,
Count the stars,
You would die for them,
All your problems melt away,
Dream-like, maybe you could fly, purple-pink sky
Kind of love!
 
And you lose it.
You will always be searching for it again,
Hoping to find even a glimmer of a love remotely like it.
All while feeling - knowing you never will.
Knowing life isn’t worth living anymore without it.
 
Whoever said, “Tis better to have loved and lost”
Must’ve never loved nor lost
Because if they did they’d know
That you keep hoping,
Searching,
Trying and failing,
Never giving up until you find it again.
But you never will.
And so you die.