torched by the thought of a bitter wake.
My longing for you leaves me
breathless and empty.
Your scent on the wind
an unwelcome memory.
The sound of your voice,
a chilling reminder...
Of dreams that leave me
weak with desire.
My chances grow slim
as I weep by the flames.
Waiting for darkness
to lessen my pain.
Closing my eyes,
I count to ten
and wish for the day
when we meet again.
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