They say creatures
without souls
can’t love, but we do.
Our love can be shallowÂ
and fickle,
but may spanÂ
many lifetimes.
Having loved
with soul,
without soul,
then with soul again,
I find a keennessÂ
to the loveÂ
a soul allows,Â
expansive and inclusive of realms
outside the object of affection.
Love that ignites an unrestÂ
not easily quelled.
Love that erupts in a fiery flow
burning everything in its wake.
Perhaps my soul is for more than love now,
reaching out for life on its own.
Leaving haunted memories behind.