A poem about solitude by David Tombale: Counting the hours

There comes a time even after moving on, in that break between losing a past lover and finding a new one when certain thoughts become really loud and there's no one around to stop them. That's really all that this piece is, a story of solitude.
Counting the hours

 Dear Lori

There were no tears left to cry,
no songs

Somewhere a moment passed
and disappeared “so long”

In careful study just her and I
young and grasping,
laughing and raging
like a wildfire,
like summer storms

But in tears and agony
even our love was gone

First I then she,
with him,
with her
until these walls could hold no more
but I remain still missing her
counting sorrow with the evening hours
when the spotlight dims and
I’m alone.