I have lost so many things in the fire...
Like John Coltrane and universal truth.
Like New York City and my youth.
But I still have Sam Cooke and poetry.
And I still have curiosity and philosophy.
And I still have coffee and comedy.
More importantly, I still have all the memories (of you and me).
So while I may have scars from all the burns,
I am extremely thankful for what I have learned (to love).
...so maybe I haven't lost anything, but gained everything?