Elation Leads to the Deflation of Love (From the epic poem based on my novel, "The Year of Yearning.")

He sensed heartache in the wake
Of a single great date
A fate like eternal burning
In his first year of yearning

A cruel lesson for lovers' learning:
Matter that comes together in the heart
Is destined to come apart--no exceptions!
As time relative to touch
Not only leads to love's elation
But also, its rendered deflation

The decay started on the Monday
When she ignored him in the hallway
Her black turtleneck
An obvious hickey coverup
Saturn, the goddess of sadness, weighing upon his shoulder
When all he wanted to do was hold her

His sorrow wasted the week away
With the hollow of acoustic shadows
Plagued by vague moments
Between thick ticks of Dali's warped clocks

In the twilight zone of alone
He picked up the phone
Only to hear the dial tone
Listening with self doubt
Until the line timed out
And the howler tone dinned in his ear
Like a siren coming near
Alerting him to stem perverting
A brief gift of ecstasy
Into monumental misery