how grateful I am
for what I have lost
things
that every sad stranger

who knew bitter beauty
in the time of their lives
and the life of their time
refuse to console me

what comfort I get
from what I have lost
gravity
light weight of memory
breadcrumbs now blown
halts a bitter return
to the time of my life
and the life of my time
closer to empathy

a free range emotion
an organic heart
clarity
lies just out of my reach
far but not futile
the antidote to speed
toward the time of my life
and the life of my time
defuse melancholy

these moments of pleasure

rip through the pain
this triumph of measure
for all things gained
are mine for the taking
mine to be strained into

clear water basins
and lead me to ransom
again and again