Halls of the Dark Muse

I just want to clarify this pome is not about anything of a romantic nature for I could see where it might sound that way.

Your Are Not Lost, Yet Cannot Be Found

Why is it
whenever my feelings are tender
and I am ready to speak
you are nowhere?

And when you appear
I feel myself silenced
by self-doubt

Why is it
that fate has dictated
we never draw near again?

And though I long to reclaim
a lost relic of the past
I know it is impossible

Why is it
life has swept you away
and I confused
caught between my pendulums sway
watched you slip through?

And now there is only dust
upon the shelves
with no hope of returning
to our Eden days