There is no hole
To crawl under...
No cave from which
To escape and dwell
In peace...
No desert to traverse
By which a tranquil
Oasis resides...
No rainstorm heavy
Enough to wash away...
Not enough words
To form sad poems
In requiem...
To dispel
To dispatch
To run the lengths
To sleep in relative quiet
Without waking in tears...
Once
You’ve lost
A Beautiful Love