'glove story: a tragedy'

a glove is but half of a pair

without it's other half, everything is lost

it knows in it's soul that life is over

in the beginning there is hope, a reunion just around the corner

hope becomes desperation, becomes self-pity, self-loathing

without hope there is only the wait for the end

existence in an emotional hinterland, invisible, unwanted

why go on when your soul is torn in two?