Monday

Nothing's Lost


Nothing's lost.
It's just retained
in memory;
sustained in time
by impressions
on the mind.

Nothing's lost
but nothing gained
for this that is now history.
It occurs to me,
despite the pain,
that it will be forgotten -
though love remains.

Forgotten, forgotten
And what the cost?
I still believe
that nothing's lost.

Images -
and so specific -
address my mind,
and in terrific tunnels of feeling,
I find
we are the same.

Yin/Yang is a famous harmony
we cannot be together
but still, we can see:
hearts hold to love dearly
like a fragrance, or a feather
and what, through our disunity
we destroy, or we weather
will be mended,
and retained.

We'll not speak together as ever
before
- perhaps we'll never speak again -
but tell me, darling, what's the cost?
I still believe there's nothing lost.

- Nov. 2, 1987, A.D.