love poems to the lost

poems to lost loves 

are often built upon a high wire,

tentative,–– but

there's a tenacity to them which

enables them to hang-on.

on the other hand, they’re incapable

of stabilizing their positions adding to apprehensions.

I blame myself.

love lost is the most poignant and penetrating

aspect of love once gained. few will agree. but

well,–– there you'll find me pining over a beauty

who once was as much a part of me as my blood,

or my flesh, or toward the end, my socks.

invariably, poems of love lost end, swaying for the sake

of their existence upon the wire of my making high above my life.

irretrievable.