found,
one heart....
slightly scarred,
but willing to
give love another...
chance, a twirl, one more go
at letting the balloon float...
upon the winds of,    
                        happenstance,
to find the fickle creature....
                              called love.

found...
to be,
accepted,
for one's own self.
at last to be found
and taken from this storm,
this tumultuous **** storm  
and given, a place of refuge...
in the warmth, of another's
                                 heartbeat.

lost,
adrift,
led astray,
just disappeared,
nowhere to be found,
slipped, down, between    
                                the cracks.
irretrievably, wayward.
gone... the way of flying pigs.
that qoundam, thought has
                     now...gone awry.

loss
loss,
there are...
many types,
many degrees,
to lose your car keys
one end of the spectrum,
to lose a person you loved,
to an argument, difficult,
but to lose them to death....
                            off the scale.

we wear grieving, like a        
                              heavy cloak,
with a large cowl and  
                   theadbare sleeves,
it gives, some measure of
                                     warmth,
but never, quiet enough.
as we stand alone,
facing the winds,
that howl... sad,
sighing,
loss.

loss.
complete
and utter
abanbdonment.
....by design or fate,
leaves your heart, foresaken,
your soul, ***** and      
                                     ravaged.
meanwhile, the world
                  moves on, blind to,
the mad monk,
        that inhabits your mind.