Love the Loss

I love the pain
I love the grief
I love the constant
Disbelief

I love to cry
You say goodbye
I wonder why
But love to cry

I love to smoke
Your words to choke
A heavenly soak
Without your poke

Some folk whinge
That makes me cringe
When love is gone
Don’t let it singe

Others mope
Or call the pope
Or worse they dangle
On the ring of rope

But for me, from afar
No door ajar
I love the loss, covered
In its sphagnum moss

Love the bucketfuls of tears
Love the wasted years

Of blown away
Memories

I love to lie
Of love deprived
I shall not die
Of loss contrived


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