The Losing

by Thomas R.

The Losing came quietly at first
Little things vanished here and there
I did not yet expect the worst

First the Stephen Island Wren vanished from all ornithology
I alone noticed
Then went missing all record of phrenology

Then did vanish a minor breed of dog
The last name Frost
And a local kind of tree frog

Next came an old Cathedral in Spain
Still all seemed fine
No cause for pain

Until was lost the letter Q
My sister Kelly
The color blue

Now all is lost, but I
Inside this empty cosmic void
One night think I would wish to die

Alas death was lost too
Quite early on in fact
Long before vanished all trace of "you"