Water slipping through weak fingers
running past the digits
so fleeting
so quick
one minute,
everything,
all you've ever wanted--
gone.

Pitied for the loneliness,
yet humbled for being alone--
understanding the opposition
and embracing it's relevance.

Defeated yet thrilled
miserable yet marveling at the misery
indulgent in the depression
milking the sorrow
enjoying the open wounds
slowly learning to accept defeat.