Vacancy

In twilight’s hush, where dreams commence, I wandered lost in limerence. A glance, a spark, a breathless flame, Yet never once he spoke my name Love lived in ache, not permanence. Who am I to wake a beast Dressed up in stark reality? For all the signs I could not read And all the signs I did not see, Love left within a vacancy. Who am I to stir the storm beneath A fragile mask, a velvet sheath? I danced with ghosts in memory, Chased echoes in the elegy. Love, once a fire, now absentee A whisper lost to vacancy.