Sense Sonnet - Acher

 "Loss"

I once carved "Loss" into a stone,

My title for a poem of

The only soulmate I had known

Who died and now was my lost love.

I wanted all to read about

The love I felt for my soulmate.

To carve my poem could no doubt

Tell the readers of my sad fate.

Perhaps no "Loss" if I was dead.

Beside my soulmate's grave I knelt.

Ceased carving, took poison instead.

Mere words could not tell how I felt.

Scratched out carved words in my last breath,

And I joined my soulmate in death.