Lost love isn't forgotten
yet love's loss is always present
to renew a love is sometimes, never
a candle whose wick is too burnt out to be relit

Drastic measures will not be in place
So, how to ease the pain?
You live with the satisfaction, or urgency
that life for them
isn't lost on love
but more found on continuity
of a new Lover's touch
and enlightened presence
which slowly heals
a wounded loss

For me? For you?
Life is regret
or CAN be regret
yet, to regret, a threat
of a loved loss
may not be a threat at all
you could be the bull with the horns
or even worse,
the bullfighter who unwillingly
controls the beautiful soul.

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