Nightfall

Love... a word that strikes a poignant note in your heart,

forces a sorrowful chuckle,

makes your chest quiver

and your soul ache,

as memories awake inside, a myriad of iridescent golden butterflies,

alight with what once was...

Love... what simply is a chemical reaction between ambiguous pheromones

is brought onto the pedestal and worshipped,

searched through the howling lonely nights by luminous shadows,

fireflies gleaming in the damp midnight air...

Love... an aching realization,

filled with fragments of devotion and suffocating tears,

of a life long attachment

to a stranger,

when you whisper a lingering goodnight,

as “love” crumbles to nothing but golden dust,

tenderly floating in the blues of moonlight.

Love... A chaotic cacophony of lust, regret, and gentleness,

accompanying a dreadful hollowness in your chest,

as you patiently,

almost nonchalantly,

await for the ever-coming end...