Breathe
This is defeat.I wrap solitude around me,
Like a thick shawl
On a cool starry evening.
This is defeat.
Loss trembles
Like the surface of water
Brushed by a breeze.
This is defeat.
That the best of me was given
And the least of me remains.
Losing you -- a worthy gain.
But the loss of every inch I gave,
Has whittled me down in size.
My independence offered
Was taken and devoured.
This is defeat
And solitude,
My welcome guest.
I close my eyes,
And breathe.
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