Love is an unusual fire;
fire needs fuel to burn,
but love can exist in a vacuum.
Even if you were invisible
from my day-to-day
the heart will draw you in.
The sound of all that matter
rushing in to fill the void
resembles a howling.
The heart’s reach extends further
than what is corporeal; it can grasp
and brings towards it the imaginary.
Love can blaze on shreds of fantasy;
so even if I render you invisible,
my mind can keep the embers from dying.
No, what is needed to tame
this burning is the creeping and cold
embrace of what is true.
And what is true? That you do not
burn for me. That I am not
the warmth you crave for.
And when the truth fills the void
in my heart, the coldness of it
shall set this flame to rest.