Nothing is gained what slides in sideways

Nothing is gained what slides in sideways when 
you free up space in the storage of your heart
that, unlike a bladder, doesn't tell you when 
to relieve yourself of toxic love that can poison
if your life is too hectic to feel the signs to unload

Nothing is lost and everything is gained
by living every day in the sunshine of someone's love
a love that warms every shady place of creeping vines
releasing you from entrapment before you succumb 
to a life under someone's malignant thumb

I long to ride the road to where nothing encumbers me
around the bend where high-risers turn to trees 
with a honey bee beside me buzzing for the night
adding cells to the comb of a vivacious home
far from debris of yesterday's reconstruction

Everything matters what you feel in time extended
keeping appointments in a book to remind you
and never look back until the doctor finds you
to not relapse into the pain of chronic complaint
in pace with what you need to feed your head 

to those with nothing to lose and no one to capture
love will find a way and lead you to rapture
what can you say to the one you leave behind: 
''don't breed revenge and to yourself be kind'
and be already gone by the time she tries to find

because nothing can replace giving your all
when all you can give someone is your love
for once it is shattered after the fall
no adhesive is strong enough to repair
what has taken its toll being worse for wear 

March 19, 2021
Taichung

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