In the Dark Recesses of the Night

In the dark recesses of the night,
Perhaps I did love her. Perhaps, I didn't.
Love is when darkness creeps in.

The moon gleams in the distance,
The stars are conspicuous by their absence.
It is winter. The dogs shiver in the rains.

Someday, in dark winter, I snuggled close to her,
Her warmth gave me more than the charcoals.
Today, the embers can not slake my thirst.

Love is no triumph. Love is nothing sweet.
It is so short. It is so quick.
Love will end but forgetting remains.

On this dark, silent night, the crickets sing.
Perhaps I did love her. Perhaps, I didn't.
The blindness of love starts seeping in.

I feel her close when no feeling remains.
She is not there, she has gone forever.
I feel my loneliness through her distant moans.