I can't tame this longing.
Loneliness is its sustenance.
A brilliant supernova -
the collision of two souls -
is what my heart desires.
The surge of energy to replenish
the dead wilderness of its shattered expanses.
A bolt of lightning
to rejuvenate the sparks of feelings
I can only dream will someday return. Yet so spectacular are these phenomena,
more so are they temporary - vanishing from existence
in mere
seconds,
leaving only devastation in their wake.
So while I thirst after the new life
that I so wish would fill my soul once more,
would new life not soon give way to death?
Would I not end up right where I currently stand,
filled with the same
monotonous
longing for that which will only destroy me again?