Eclipse

The lingering fondness -
that incense of everlasting burning desires,
sensations, aspirations and unknown outcomes of
unknown ends and unforeseen beginnings, trap us until
we no longer crave routinized conversations
no longer expect a red rose on a cold
February night on a terrace..
We're gorged on the sorrows of what is
perceived as the only chance at happiness - Love
We are gorged on love, love's petals and love's spikes..
until we no longer find it pleasant to follow
the doctrine of love and its unbearable series of
wasted infatuation and a shared interest in a shared life..
and death becomes feared..
Series of obsession, commitment, loyalty..
While, simultaneously, confusion, and even madness..
until it seems as though love is made of two forked parts.
At both ends of the divisions, change becomes the ultimate need.
For some it may be wanting a new experience, or simply wanting to withdraw..
And for the other, it may be wanting to revive love, which only ends in failure..
This is how love tends to eclipse hearts.
At first, it supplies them with the most efficient power to feel connected
Then, it deprives them of even the most minimal will to live..
until death becomes so dear.