The loss

A dream.

Hope.

A decision.

Kwibus.

Life.

And so my heart was stolen.

Love, wirreled up.

"Happy", the word for us.

Hours past and fate turned.

My heart erupted, water gushed and pain came.

Life, refused by our own hand.

Having no other options, the horror of a parting followed,

leaving us empty,

yet full of self-loathing.

"Low" was the word, that seems right.

A loss.

Cold.

A decision.

Take two.

Bono.