Elusive Love

I too lay awake at night wondering about
this elusive thing called love.
I know it exists,
but for me it hides and
torments me all day long.
It's here long enough to let me know that
I still yearn for it,
and then it disappears
until I have forgotten about it
only for it to quickly return yet again.
What have I done to keep it at bay I wonder?
And as of right now,
I can't seem to think of a single reason.
My heart shatters every night.
And in the morning
I piece it back together in the dark,
for I know the pieces well.
See because it has shattered this way many a time.