For Something Lost

There is a pain
That covers all
Fills in the cracks
Smooths out the lines.
It buries intention
Under piles of regret
It holds your throat
And squeezes tight.
It is a pain that
You wake with
You walk with
You sleep with
You speak with...
It shades every memory
Makes clear old mistakes
It keeps you up at night
With dark thoughts.
It haunts you
With its living presence
Because you utterly refuse
To let it go,
To let it die as it wants.
You hold on to this pain
In desperation
Out of sentiment
For something lost.