Loss

Staring at swirling echoes

from the past

forming unity of mind

dazed from neglect

refined from realization.

Drifting in remnants

of a former host.

New and merry

carrying gifts of hope

and lust, carved out

in a box holding fear.

Dipping into reality

reverts memories

to shallow rhythm

drumming away

evidence of breathing.

What remains is stolen.

Exposure to truths

is painful for the rest of

of the ride.

Home.