A feeling like something you once knew,
That comes in the night while you sleep,
And hides during the day in plain view,
In the eyes of the company that you keep.
Not forlorn, down, nor melancholic,
Those words don’t quite hit the mark,
Because the truth is more symbolic,
Like a fire that has lost it’s spark.
Yet what you seek cannot be found,
Because it only has weight and not form,
The shock of a strike without the sound,
The strength of a gale without the storm.
Though loss is not something to fear,
Ignorance will never lead to bliss.
Amongst the voices that you hear,
Train your ear to hear only this.
By the time that you realize you’re lost,
It’s too late to turn around.
The way forward comes at the cost,
Of stepping on new ground.
Remember the past but let go of everything,
Except the feeling that you had, one time,
Grasped the essence of what’s giving,
Life to all, the banal and the sublime.
For all those who wonder,
This is your poem,
When lost or asunder,
Love will carry you home.
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