The Loss of Less

I feel the loss of less,
My smaller moment with,
Far from the crash of wave,
The taste of salt,
The scent of sea,
In sight of land and sky alone,
I feel my loss
My less,
The sail in wind becalmed,
The wrench of rope and strength of nature's hand,
With less I feel my loss,
As speck of grit my time escape,
A wistful grain of microscopic sand.

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I feel the loss of being less when those I love are not present, either in person or in spirit.