Lost
Bereft,
The ghost of my joy
Haunts me
In those empty spaces,
Taunts me
In those smiling faces,
In those crowded places
I can no longer be.
For to be in them
Is to see in them
All that I have lost.
And what I have lost
Is all that I was,
When I was
lost in you.
© JWW 2019
