Crush theory: 'Love' presupposes 'Absence'

if i am an ellipsis in your text
you are the central aporia in
my master-narrative.

you are the point of breakdown
you are the glitch where all comes loose
you are the axis of my ignorance
you expose the relativity of absolute truth.
in the fabric of this being
you're the absence at the centre—
no: you represent that absence
for absence can never be filled.

i'm an extra on your dazzling stageset
a shadow with no speaking part.
you're the actor who cancels the contract
i forced you to sign in my heart.
i'll explain: all desire is futile
to love is always to starve
i've cast you as my absent hero
so that i can be always in love.

Wisteria turns pale, its petals
Sapped of moisture and all colour
Separate, and drift to the dry pavement.

The most lurid, passionate flowers
Do not wilt: they rot.
Ranunculus, and roses
Fester on the windowsill
I shift, I never feel well.

In May I met you
In my red dress, hand pale on your sleeve
We dyed the time with too much wine
Made love in an unmade bed.

I foolishly forgot
That what is brightest, dieth.
The most brazen flames blaze the greatest waste
The only thing eternal is white ash.