After a breakup,
does Love exist in a vacuum of time?

a picture
a song
a feeling
a place
a smell

an undefinable entity.

Does that vacuum exist only in a quantum universe found somewhere parallel to the Heart?
Do we have direct access to the Heart, or merely an understanding of how to enter the melancholy door ?

The Heart never forgets,

only heals and grows
with the highs and lows
does a feeling ever still grow
or simply go
into the black hole of what once was
with the fond bittersweet memories of Love and loss…

Moments in time,
held in a cosmic box,

can we really measure the Love and loss paradox?

Loss
a lack there of,
an unattainable reach.
a call that merely rings
a voice that begins to fade.

Loss
a memory
the past.
How long will this pain last?

The mind springs i need to call !
the heart remembers oh, not at all.

Loss,
The fact or process of losing something or someone.

Someone dear,
no longer near.
gone afar.

Remember,
take a look up there
a look within,
they’re right there
gleaming like a Star

Love is not what can be measured, not finite but the simply knowing.
Love is abundance, not scarcity
but safety and continuity

Love is a constant.
an unspoken communication between conscious thought and expression.

Love is beyond lust, an understanding more than a phase.
A choice to be fully vulnerable in order to embrace
all that comes with the beauty and grace,
to Love.

Love is surrendering to the doubt, the sabotage and the camouflage of what ifs when the what is here and now.

Love is present, growing and spent,
the lovers dreamt
as boundless as the sea,
my love, a longing from Aphrodite
to Love.

Dear Moon,
You yearn for the love of the sun,
changing your presence.
Why do you run?
Hiding yourself so others can shine;
gleaming only in darkness ever so divine.
You look for strength in the waves
Never still, just twenty seven days.
Breaking yourself for the heartbreaking fact that you are constantly wondering if you will stay intact.

Eclipse. Twice a year you have the chance
to meet your love and have a dance. Eclipse.
Deep within the galaxies, dreaming of living your fantasies.
Desolate darkness. The sun is away,
lighting her fire in the month of May.
Burning so bright, but there’s nothing else to say.

She waits to see you glisten, to watch and even listen.
Curses herself for her fatal passions of a love too strong that has no ration.
But your love is forbidden. Why do you race?
Dear Moon, is it worth the chase?