Evanesce

There was a time that in my imaginings I could close my eyes and see the face that inspired my

deepest 
                            darkest 
                        
                                                       desires. 

That face was your face.

Time and distance have reduced what once was the purest of erotic muses to less than a distant memory.

Now my innermost want has no face...my inner eye tries to focus on something that no longer exists. That is when

I new I was truly alone.

Tendrils of my well-kept thoughts that escape darkness have no where to find their rest;

 seeking to touch that which they cannot fathom,

the seat of my desire

crumbling beneath the weight of  cruel emptiness.

My heart wanting to take solace in the Paradise Lost that's very nature is an enigma.

That is when I knew
I
was
truly
alone.