A Year of Poems – Day 136

To love is to lose
a part of you
that never will return.

It travels abroad
in dark mists
which stop all sight.

But once given
it is no longer yours;
it has no master

but the will
of the loved
one far away.

So love your soul
into many parts
spread out across the sea.

There they will float
in parts unknown
battered, bruised, and free.

Even if they do come home,
they come to a person changed,
patched and torn and patched again
with no room for regrets.

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