I'll gather dust...

A life defined by loss is not
a life by any other name.
I'll hang on a forgotten wall:
a picture in an empty frame.
I'll gather dust and slowly fade
with every uneventful day:
a sail without a guiding breeze,
a song without a tune,
a still unfinished tapestry
hung from a broken loom.
A love bound up & long denied
remains a love, howe'er suppressed,
and though it's left unrecognised,
closed up inside & purposeless.
I'll gather dust and slowly fade:
an opportunity mislaid.