Losing a Loss

I even tried writing poetry

but it didn't help.

It didn't change anything about the way I felt

when she left me

hanging

waiting

for another shoe to drop

like the many other shoes that would not stop

dropping

causing waves of depression that transformed me 

into a sobbing 

loser.

For a long time the sense of loss owned me 

instead of the other way around.

It was in control of my video 

and in control of my sound.

It owned me until eventually it became too repetitive, 

too boring. 

So finally the sense of loss just left without any closure, 

without much warning.

It was a lot like her.