Lost Can Mend?
After it’s all over,
and I have lost;
did not end up with the item I treasured
or the boy I wanted the most,
My life goes on.
I hear the birds and I wake to their songs?
And people are anywhere I walk along.
Did I hurt my chances?
Wasn’t it the end?
Did I miss his comment, or the not-so-subtle glances?
Or could it be that lost can mend?