Lost Lover

LOST LOVER Those distant stars know of my plight Conversations and wishes All sent with a yearning heart and aching mind, In the torment of the night. Parallels of dust and mass You exist, I exist and the one who writes the repeated play Of could have been, should have been. Torturous lessons in a master class. Shining eloins of infinite bliss Holding on to your power, to grow, tumefy the hope For one who sinks in the memory Of a lingering, loving kiss And so, on the hours of torment slide Under your eyes of perhaps and mine of desolation Forever out of reach as are the shards I hide.