By Kirk, Blender-Keeper
Date: 29 November 1998

the loss of loss

all those times
when you seemed ready
to give it one more try- 		     (you appearing
at my window)
 
those times now past;
prelude. prelude to
the separate contentments
we now savor.
 (trust, affection,
lust, kindness,
romance)
 
still, there is something sad
in not having
to try again.
(the loss
of loss)