Embers Revisited

Tell me, love, what dwells in that lonely heart?

What spurns the ravenous need for fulfillment—
the temporary Band-Aid loves, whirlwind lusts,

the eye-blink heartaches that have become your life?

Tell me, love, when did your smile turn saccharine?

When did the genuine soul so capable of love suddenly vanish,

only to be replaced by citadels brittle and tiresome—

the dilapidated facades of a queen in repose.  

Tell me, love, was it my wayward heart that bled you dry?

Was it the meandering days that caused the cosmos to disarray,

obfuscating the constellation of our eternity?

Tell me, love, are these rapturous memories but delusions of tragedy,

where distance turns agony into ecstasy

and searing throes of desire reignite in the blinding light of retrospect?

Tell me, love, why try to fill the void that only you can fill?