Satin sheets alone and cold.
She walks to the window, a short lonely road...

My minds eye awakes with you.
Memories of a crush...

The song of a purist, the beat of drugs.
A midnight downtown, dealers and thugs...

A short trip, a lost memory.
The candles lit, preemptively...

Conscious efforts, enveloped and wain.
Crematorium, expectant, developed, and stained...