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.