A weird, warm ache

lives in the pit of my stomach,

burning a hole through

the wholeness of my affection,

where romance had remained.

The emotional napalm

raged and burned me out from within,

a hollow husk was the one you met today;

a watered-down, mellowed man

laced with love,

striken down by his mirror’s reflection.

Her affectionate memory,

a kindred love,

digests my tears away

which rolled down my cheek silently,

never landing

on a page.

All I hope is for my regretful sorrows,

now expelled from these tired hands,

to find residency elsewhere;

else they terminate their host,

rejecting their powers’ common application.