| There was no choice to be made. Happiness was hardly present and, the feelings, they weren't a changin'. So, irrational meanings are rationally gone: A loss for her and a loss of love - For me, mostly. This pang of pain is as ethereal as so much moistened cereal. And it is not hard to accept because I've been practicing since before we did this breaking. Alas, I will mourn in the morning. But, the mourning is mush in my bowl having lost most of its meaning. It is hard tonight, but only at night. It's hard not to miss sweet lips, soft lips and swaying hips into which I, myself, did dip. But I will mourn in the morning. I will be mourning the mush in my bowl because it lost most of its meaning. And I mourn that mad loss of meaning: A loss for her and a loss of love - For me, mostly. Return to Writing Ryan's Poetry page Return to Writing Ryan's main page |
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