Lost Love

a lost love

is nothing but, a then love

a once before

a had been

always will be

kind of love

a lost love,

never dies

or needs

always there

in times of chance

breathing with you continuously

a lost love,

never leaves

seasons the years

passing beyond means

yet there is that constant

Love

shared in a lost love,

continually

spoken of which

uninformed

other than

the actuality

come back

both lost

unknowingly

both searching for the way,

persistent and struggling

to fill the hole of lost opportunities

busy, misguided, struggling

with irreparable damages

would it be possible,

we both reach out simultaneously

and find the other there

as we languidly seek refuge

falling back into the comfortable pretense

of our existence