Lost Love

As I peer up at 

The ironic  

Pink, night sky 

I think of You. 

It reminds me 

Of how  

Your Love for me 

Is now  

Clouded over 

Concealed 

Where the moon  

Hides discreetly;

Mysteriously 

Hidden. 

I plop down 

On a nearby bench 

And rummage through 

My knapsack 

Of belongings. 

In it, I see 

Fond memories, 

Lost hope, 

Grudges 

That have  

Disintegrated 

Into  

Dust, 

Eternal  

Pain, 

My undiminished 

Connection 

To You, 

And my  

Broken Heart. 

There is  

One thing missing... 

There is 

No Love. 

I forage through 

The knapsack 

Desperately 

Hunting; 

Searching 

In the nooks 

And crannies 

Scraping  

At its bottom... 

Yet I still find 

No Love. 

I rock 

To and fro 

Back and forth 

On that bench 

Afflicted 

Disconsolate 

Doleful 

In spirit 

Saying to myself 

Over and over... 

“No Love.” 

“No Love.” 

“No Love.” 

And I  

Suffocate 

Inside 

Obdurately. 

Your Love 

Has 

Eluded me. 

Never again  

To be 

Found. 

I  

Drown 

In reality. 

It hovers over me 

Pulling me under. 

Its surface 

Flees from me. 

I can no longer 

Breathe. 

My wasted 

Intentions 

Seethe 

With  

Resentment. 

No more 

Contentment. 

Bereavement 

Sets  

In. 

I am  

Silent 

As I listen 

To my  

Violent 

Demise.