An Astrayed Traveler's Tale

As I wake up today with weary eyes
and no fervor to face another day,
I try to balance the scales,
and measure in time,
what have I lost?

The feeling of home.
The presence of a soul mate.
The warmth of a known hand.
The words of an understanding soul.
The selfless love of an unrelated being.
The dynamics of a city.
The stealth of the foot.
The sharpness of the brain.
The unfinished desires.
The steadfastness.
A peaceful soul.
Myself.


The scales seem to be broken. How does one repair?

-Merci.

Prelude to Tango...

Today I woke up to a sunny morning,
a landscape of blossoming trees,
and the blue blue sky.

Today my heart woke to a blurry warning,
an impressionist sunset,
painted with a violet lie.

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P.S: Can poems have preludes? I would like to believe so. 

This one is prelude to my earlier published piece Tango.