There is an understanding 
that emerges
with the experience of loss. 

It's an emptiness
and fullness.
Grief mixed with hope.

It could be
two people 
in different life events,
unmatched feelings,
let downs.

Whether potential is not met
or another chooses
to withhold contact,
it seems important to lose
because it means 
one was open 
to gain.

The loneliness remains
in the idea 
that one day
there could be 
connection and joy 
in the company of another. 

There seems to be
something compelling 
in the act
of losing the potential
of another.

I want to acknowledge
that loss 
doesn't mean
something was lost.