LOSS

Loss

Is the sun dial without its shadow,

The mirror without its reflection,

The queue without the people,

The days without the hours,

The joke without the laughter,

The vase without the flowers,

The sea without its shoreline,

The creaking bough without the wind,

The dream without a future,

The letter without an address,

The empty bench in the out of season seaside town,

The when without the why,

The solitary coffee cup in indifferent cheap cafes,

Weeks without the days,

Achievement without praise.

Loss is the years that should be filled with laughter and with tears.

It is the symphony without the music,

No hope but only fears,

The tide without the moon

It is the beginning without its...

Friend. Loss is the unwelcome guest we must endure,

The shadow by the door,

It is the sea without the water,

The sky without the sun,

Loss is the me and the You,

No longer divisible by two,

Loss is profound,

Loss is the space between these lines,

The heart beat without its sound

© Stephen Evans 2013