Loss

She tells me,

Things are lost:

Once lost,

Lost for ever.

For good.

The night of light

And the rains

Starlit.

Lost for Good.

She tells me,

All good lost.

Torn petals

Seal my lips.

Moonlight on hers.

For ever lost,

In all that good.

Days of loss

To be lost again

In nights of good

For good be lost!

Till the window-smell

Loses itself in the fog.

Since our ways are lost,

Let us hold hands again.

Once more,

One last time,

For good and ever.