On coming out of Plato's cave

I turn to him
but suddenly he is not my love,
instead someone I've seen on the street
or in a restaurant somewhere.
Looking around
I find my home is not what I thought
at all. Lime drips.
Stalagtites and stalagmites meet and grow
snuffing out the last light
until all I know is
Mother's heart beat above me.
Spine curls, features melt,
I hear myself
cry out to him
then sense him
back away
disgusted.