heartache, i always seem to have emotional responses much delayed over time and space, but such is who i am, and how i feel, but heartache, the sense of deep loss, that only comes from deep feeling, from no longer having something that was very important, to have grasped something as ethereal as happiness, and to have it slip from grasp, sand through fingers, birds spreading wings and flying far far away. love is that, if not love, than is not love. for true sadness comes in the absense of true happiness, for definition arrives through opposites, extremes, see-saws and teeter totters, what they are i have no idea, but the hole in my heart, the missing piece of my soul, i know where it went, and who took it. and away it goes.