discontinuum.

a little found, a little lost;
i go a little ways, then stop.
looking back looks so good, feels so good.
but oh, how i miss the memories
and wish the melodies could carry away the sadness that comes
when i realize those days
were some of the best rays of sunshine
lighting up my life.
all those nights of laughing, talking, fighting, walking, driving, smiling.
come back, old times,
let me relive you.
let me give you a second chance,
then maybe you wouldn't go by so fast.
regrets? i do not have many.
i just hate how empty i feel when my past is no longer my reality,
even though it was real.
reality is here and now.
it's so hard to embrace it,
but i have to face it somehow.
looking back on all the beauty of the past—
it's so easy to get lost, but alas,
what's ahead is beckoning me;
and i'm reckoning the cost of letting go.
opening my hands, and giving up what is gone.
finally
extinguishing
what i've kept aglow for so,
so long.

win & lose.

if you want win, you have to be willing to risk. and you can't risk unless you're willing to lose, knowing that in the end, even though you may indeed suffer loss, whatever is gained far outweighs whatever it is that could be lost along the way.