A Question

For whom is there beauty if not the beholder?

Where can I sob, if not on your shoulder? 

What’s there in that dazzling brown eye,

more important to you than where I can cry?

Your only way of knowing just how I feel

is by creating a wound and watching it heal. 

By living through loss, and living through gain,

is a far better way to know someone’s pain.

I had you once, but I didn’t know,

so you picked up and left, and I just let you go.