Love,when first lost,is like 
The punch you didn't see coming.
Bringing a quake to the mind 
And the after shocks to the heart.

This is more than corporeal,
It permeates the soul,
And is life long in the head.
It is love uncommon, unforgettable.

This is Canon in life.
The mind stirs the soul
And the Carnal in anticipation
Awaits reciprocation.

Losing love was a while earlier,
Even so the present late hour
Dulls nothing of the loss, years after. Time leaps to continue the crushing. 

(c) 2018 Christopher Thompson