Cost Analysis (Poetry)

I long for all that’s lost to me
and yearn for what was thrown
away in careless ecstacy
I cannot touch nor own

I craved the world as others do
naive with much to learn
I stoked those fires too fiercely new
till nothing’s left to burn

I used up all the energy
so lightly stored in youth
imagining that love was free
and flesh retained such proof

But time has taken toll of me
the mirror knows true cost
and makes a cruel inventory
counts every thing now lost