Nothing to Lose

L and G
O         A
S          I
S         N
reluctant bedfellows;
Gain forever stealing the quilt
whilst Loss lies facing the wall
cold and crying.

But in the stillness of the night
Gain begins to feel afraid: there is
Too much
hidden beneath the mattress
Too much
resting upon the next day’s transactions
Too much
stacked up and ready to fall upon him
Too many
angry people with a stake in his heart.

Gain taps Loss on the shoulder:
“What is it like to be in your place?” he says.
Loss wipes his eyes and turns over,
he thinks for a while then puts his arms around Gain.
“Let me share the quilt and I’ll tell you,” he says.