We are all Orpheus. We try to get
back loves we lost. We fight our way through Hell
singing to our regrets. We might as well
accept that love is done, and just forget
because it is the act of looking back
that loses things. We know that they are lost
once they are past; getting them back would cost
all we have learned by losing. We would lack
that wisdom. Yet perhaps there is a way.
Live forward, and perhaps one day you’ll meet
the person they became. Some random street
contains that meeting. Don’t wait for that day
or hope for it. And if you recognize
your lost one, better reach out with closed eyes.