“Loser!” they hooted, when they passed me.
Not in words— but eyes, half-smiles n wry looks.
I glance back at them- asking, “Why?”
I lost something, yes, but actually was saved from losing myself.
And yet they call me loser?
Losing is not a loss if you’d actually lost a loser...
Who will explain that to them!
“Losers!” I smirk within.