Strictly parasocial

My musings, buzzingly, hover over

      From a sided affair 

           to a woven parasocial cobweb, 

        Which was dwelled by my lover.

      Who, with a mower, maimed 

           the anonymous me, as in a darkweb.

               None but I know it.

        Howled love swirls in the wind

      While unechoed empty voices

         Blew my mind

           Except it made my eyes unblind.

              My vision blurred 

          as the fabric was unfurled

        to veil my eyes

      While I froze as ice

       as I indulge in, 

    all by myself, all again.