Because

And because I love, and because I have to let go,
I write today.
Because the fire that burns when a little air
Touches it lovingly burns out when the strong gust of wind
Turns its fury towards it, and little embers die quiet little deaths
While blinking in the night.
Because the water meets the earth again and again, and the earth will
Not have enough, until it is eroded and lovingly flows into the cruel big waves
That wink so disarmingly in the calm after the storm, lapping gently against
The beaten earth turning around in its sleep.
And because I am the one who loses, and because I love,
I cry today.