Heartache Survival

Like living
in an atari game
I was buzzed
zooked
and dddddded
up and down
right and left
And then it was game over
Lost
there was no breeze that I could feel
there was no cricket
I could hear
summer
was as solitary as
winter
Days were full of
activities
that could have been
should have been
shared
Bike rides
swims
walks
and stars
Heartache survival
like miles walked
or a craft honed
the heart
too
never forgets
so into the muscle fiber
goes
steroids of loss
in preparation
for the next
grand
climb