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.


  • tepo

    Great structure
    And meaning
    Really enjoyed this excellent write

    • a__pott

      Thanks tepo! It seemed to come to me so naturally! I’m glad you liked it!

    • FredPeyer

      tepo said it all already!
      Agree completely with him, Alex. Great poem!

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