Love Stalks Still

Tell me, did you once feel the love, or was it, as it is now, a pallid shaft, the phantom tip of a broken spear? We gave it up, let the passions out, scorched the earth with dry-eyed regrets. Tell me did you feel the love once, perhaps even feel it now, or is this just an old story told to a deathbed? There are stray feelings, that in time, wrap themselves around both sorrow and joy, they come to us, as once loved pets, they come as ghosts, to stalk hearts on moonless nights with long-shed tears.