‘Regrets of a Love Lost’

Another wakeful night; I rouse
Restless, from my dreams.
The pillow beside me empty,
Forlorn in the moon's pale light.
It's glow illuminates, or so it seems
That aching space within my heart.
Filled once, overflowing, for love of you
Memories of touching; searching, seeking
Our two mouths hungering for each other.
I turn, at a sound; but it's only echoes
Of my desires, so strong, that I heard speaking.
Agony, in knowledge; the truth that you're gone
You, for whom my soul is meant.
Tears course down my cheeks, unchecked
Words spoken in anger I cannot take back
Create my private hell, my own torment.
The moon, cold orb, uncaring of my sorrow
Continues its arc through the night sky.
Its journey into a dawning tomorrow
Gives no warmth to ease the pain in my cry.