It's over.......and is painful.

Hollow night, warm and tepid
as lovely as fuchsia
sweat trickling in pearly beads
With the pain of amnesia(how cruel of you)
I lay alone, lovelorn and sick
while my youth throbs in pain,
The moon has come a circle quick
to leave me wanting again.
My hand gropes to hold in dark
what you could have done:
I wake up to the fact so stark
that our love is undone.
Listless night, minstrel's song
echoes through myriad sound,
and wishes and longings strong
stands razed to the ground.