Ghost of lover's past

At night is when lost love calls
in the lonely darkness. 
haunting me again.
It was waiting in a large bundle
outside the front door. 
Too big to get inside yet
it found its way in through
a gap below the doorway. 
This growing mound of
love shattered pieces
breaking me into wreckage. 
Does it have no pity?
Can it not see
I have no more love to give.
yet even in my loss and despair
its consuming gravity
pulls my love drained soul
towards it one more time. 
I can hear my sobbing in its heart. 
And once again I know
the torments of losing you.