Follow love and watch it flee

I have followed love and it has fled,
Engaged in pursuit on too personal
A level, all this is modern warfare
And then to realise as you cut
Through the jungled waste
That you have emptied your mind
And senses and gained nothing.
A child with hope held
Carelessly in its hands
Misunderstands the threat
That it supposes,
The impending imposition
Of lumbering communication
That will unfold itself
Mathematically with age,
And on each page is written
Some hint of the troubled line
That will become the edges
Of this story until the chased
Love and its absences
Makes for a barren coldness,
And fills me with the charred,
Fruitless tears that epitomise
This burning, this burning
That will invite in its vagaries,
Only cynicism and when I wish
Now, I wish for too much
And receive so little in return.