They say creatures
without souls
can’t love, but we do.
Our love can be shallow
and fickle,
but may span
many lifetimes.
Having loved
with soul,
without soul,
then with soul again,
I find a keenness
to the love
a soul allows,
expansive and inclusive of realms
outside the object of affection.
Love that ignites an unrest
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.