One last taste of the deep satisfaction of H.
Turned again to bitter hate.
The thrill of tonight shattered.
Spilled for another date.
Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all?
Clearly by one who never lost it all.
She has a piece of my soul.
And I don’t know how to get it back.
Time to learn to live without it.
My new handicap.
-D
