Take a picture of a lost love,
any portrait of your gone love
recall the joy and bliss fetched
and the sun and ecstasy derived,
do you feel the heart and pulse accelerate?
Take the silence, the absence, the coldness
of vain waiting, dreaming, blankness;
do you feel the torment of vanished warmth?
Do you feel the desolation of the quenched light?
Do you hear the wrecked echoes of busted whispers
of love blighted and left to gasp
like fish on dry ground; as memories ulcerate?
Do you see love and darkness and light excruciate
and time like termites waste, exacerbate?