It’s been so many years,

My fire now burns low.

I still pursue you

Through the forest of my dreams

Like a hound on a scent.

It is futile to think

I could catch you,

You are too ephemeral.

Holding you would be

As possible as embracing

The morning mist.

We broke our bed

With passion.

We burned it

With our lust.

But there was more-

So much more between us.

Oh! What could have been!

You loved me, I know

And you tried so hard.

There was another

Plying you with seduction-

Not another man, no,

A white crystal

Laid you out

Stiff and cold

On a freezing March morning,

Leaving me only memories

And ashes in an urn of brass.

Oh baby! Will the emptiness

Never be filled?