It’s painful
Knowing that he who is mine
Shall be blinded by other visions
Other worlds
And forget what has been between us
Yet I suppose this is love
The sleepless hours spent
In thought of him
The silent tears
The muffled cries
The painful yearnings
Of the heart and soul
And emotions blown about
In a meaningless display
Lifting from below
The scattered ashes of our love
Extinguishing what little union
Lay between two broken hearts
Wisdom’s Quest 