Lost Causes

April 4 2012

Lost causes

accumulate somewhere.

Like odd socks

in the dryer,

dust-bunnies under the bed.

Pregnant pauses, dropped trains of thought

collect unaware,

shunted-off onto sidings

where they quietly rest.

The junk you bought

shoved back in the closet.

The harm you wrought,

or couldn't bother to care.

The eyes you caught

when you were young, and flirty.

The feeling of not

being even worthy

of looks.

The lessons taught

when the odds were long

and against.

Because history is written by the victors

while the vanquished 
lick their wounds.

Lost causes

are soon forgotten,

and noble losers doomed.