Love or Loss
Is not love but loss that breaks a heart
the passing lives that leave their mark
the empty space in which we dwell
when castles built will break apart
and someone else will say farewell.
They leave behind from love a taste
when lives depart in such a haste
and keep us lost in empty rooms
we fill with ghosts later embraced
to walk alone among the tombs.
It’s what we lost that stains the soul
and does not fade when we get old
but sticks to skin so frail and scarred,
when love can make two parts a whole
not love but loss will break a heart.