Loss

Loss You are the glass of forgotten wine That I left by the couch last night, You are the buzzing bee Outside my window, Which I carelessly see and wonder 'You fool! Look up! And not inside Give me the blue sky And I shall never look into the eyes of another man' Loss, you are the rolled down jeans I left one tiresome evening And never remembered to pick up, Why do you believe that you are an emotion? You are a reincarnation, A phoenix with no feathers, Soundless Rain, A green field under the night sky, Twinkle of a beggar's eyes, Maybe sunshine in a cave, Or an ill-picked flower in a haystack... Like a summer day, Scorned and gone, Loss, you are alive In every new thing found And an old thing lost