LOSS

He sits, think, cries

For her

He can't stand his loss

Nor deal with it

He keeps it inside

When the world

Is watching

When he is alone

He explodes in pain

He won't open up

To anyone

He is a closed door

To all

But her, his loss

(This is the first poem I ever wrote. 1993 It's about the X-Files Character Agent Fox Mulder)