Eidolons

The cold rain courses gently over my raincoat

And seeps into my soul.  It is a harsh

Reminder that I no longer possess

The impermeability of youth.

Beatrice is gone.

Heartbreak – that’s what they called it.

And I know they were right, because

A piece of my soul was suddenly ripped out,

Leaving an irreparable void.

Sometimes the pain eases to a dull throb –

How I long for those brief, fleeting moments!

But then it comes back twice as strong.

Forgotten those precious lethean minutes

As the love-specter comes.

I reach out to her, but she melts

Into a mist of tears.

Once again, I’ve been tricked by a wisp of a memory,

Spending my days chasing eidolons.