Of Loss

the imagination in your indignation as i let go of your salvation
and the rhetoric that is unspecific, target and forget.
we lost each other an age ago
and as one, unable to grow.
in your distance i could see another missed instance
as shrewd decision and cowardice in malice
it just seems i can not communicate
or consolidate, relate
at one time i loved you more than you will ever know.
but today, and always, i need to commiserate
perhaps let go of everything we had designate.
once again i need to be me to find security.

my Love, in my life, there is no destiny,
.. just tragedy.