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.