The guy's been gone awhile, but the wound remains open.

Listen,
that's what I loved.
I saw Eros burning
inside you,
the lover of maiden dreams,
the master whose touch
I could completely obey.

You loved me
as I always
knew you would.
What safety in my other half,
what glowing caresses,
and how our skin shone!

Well, well, enough.
You've been gone a long time.
To still talk this way
is a shame,
to dwell upon what was in my head,
to want to question
the butterfly perched
upon your finger.