Inevitible Loss

Some things we lose,
are not always
things that we choose.
Some things burn and fade,
and sometimes slip
or slither away.
In your heart is where I lived,
and nothing did I trade or give;
but somehow choices made our paths;
being good for one,
as the other took the bad.
Then time itself
had spelled defeat,
by taking most
of what I truly need.
Sometimes love becomes
out of our reach...
out of our hands...
and out of our grab.
That's when the shadows,
they take their form,
a despair, for certain,
dissipating the warmth.

T. Collins...01-10-11