The darkness in my mind
Intruding thoughts of life linger
Frames that enclosed your face.
Lie broken on the cold wood floor
The glowing fire contains
Shreds of burning memories of your face
Yet the shreds of paper refuse to
Whither away
The cold wind slips under the window
Sending chills through my body
The way my body used to feel
When I looked at your face
Now watching the burning image
What I used to love
Slowly dies off
Should I induce the flame quicker?
To make you leave faster?
A feeling deep within says
No flame will burn fast enough for my liking
Maybe
That’s how I want this to end up.
The night grows deeper
My heartache is no longer sadistic
I watch you whither,
As I quietly weep
