Love's Deficit
It's not what you gave ... it's what you
took from me
Not your companionship, but the loss of
my loneliness
Not the tender refuge, the vanishing of
uncertainties
Nor the blessing of tranquility, but sacrifice
of house for home
The bond of your devotion was the breaking
of my solitude
Your filling my days cost me all my empty
hours
My wants are impoverished, too meager for
restless nights
And my anguish bankrupt, desperation become
an empty threat
It's not what I've gained but what I've
lost in loving you
