The burning flames of sacrifice
the aching waking torment
that grows ever more evident
The pain of attraction that won’t relent
her smiling eyes
used to be yours
now whatever her flaws you can’t move on
the darkest night of the soul
Burns in pain in an insane world
the desperate search for water in the desert
when dehydration kicks in
the way you sicken for one morsel of food
from a heavenly table
every bone aching to see her again
just to hear her words
but the sky the birds are bereft
she has left
and stolen your love as well
in this hell which could have been heaven
but the hours too late
it’s way past 11
and all you have is a voice in your head
is it her’s?
But it purrs like love and hate
and there’s no solace in waiting
hating,
the space between our worlds
which barely touched and existed.