Love Lost, Good Riddance
So much talk of love is hocus-pocus,
mumbo jumbo gibberish with relish.
You miss it when love's lost,
but getting rid of it, when it goes off, is worse.
You can't take it out into the woods and run away.
You can't just switch it off without a raging fight or a good-bye shrug.
You have to go through all the tragic stuff played out drearily:
"I'm sorry to say I've had enough"
"I simply don't love you anymore, we've grown apart"
"I've met someone else, much better for me than you ever were"
"I'm tired and frankly sick of you"
Such stuff is far more than losing love, it is messy active rebellion and rejection.
Out of love is sad, when you were so much in love.
But you can find love again if you haven't already done so.
And you can be in love, more than once, at the same time,
so losing a love or two can be a good thing.
A love lost can be good riddance.
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