Loved

They say it is better to have have loved and lost, then never loved at all.

It's not one or the other I fear more, I am utterly and completely afraid to fall.

You were once in my arms, a song that swelled in my heart.

Your eyes were wells of joy and a safe place for me to start.

Then you were gone and far from my life, though still near in every exhale I gave.

If you were still mine to hold, to cherish and to save.

I would give you all of me and it would not be a cost.

Though when I think of love now, all I know is the loss.