Found and Lost

Found and Lost

They found us in the back of your hatchback
the one you wrecked us in
before you wrecked us
and the only questionable fact is how
you fit back there.

We were an island in the mist
A cliche not meant to be.

And when the sun came out
and burned off all that god damned
dewy-eyed newness we were lost.

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Have you ever fallen in love and tried to write a love poem about that but only found the words for something in the past when your heart was broken? Do you ever recover from grief? Can you ever be made whole again? Or does every love just end up taking away more when it leaves? If you knew that life was only taking things away from you and never giving back would you do anything differently? What would you choose to do?

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About ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I travel. But mostly I just write poetry...
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One Response to Found and Lost

  1. Brian says:

    Yes, I feel like it happens to me on a regular basis. I’m not sure anyone ever is “over” grief. It becomes part of us. Some will move forward, while others get lost in the sea of grief. In my opinion, moving forward doesn’t mean you’re over it per se, but have evolved and adapted to the changes of life.

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