Love Missing

He seemed to feel some pleasure,
In the parlance of pain he planned,
A saturnine range of aching,
With no care to understand.

Once he died, he found surprise,
In the weight of empty pockets,
The loss been tossed in exchange,
For agony, the final target.

Aimless space through endless time,
In the bottomless void he can,
Now embrace the night inside,
His heart she did command.