Midnight rains the moon on your face

My adolescence strains to remember

My innocence.

Caters to you.

So that too I set ablaze

And strain to remember

Even your darkest side.

I could tell it was over
When the tears dried up

The fire snuffed out
Breathless
Cold

Your scent still lingers
Yet I wish for fresh air

Until it's time for my fire to flicker again
Every time, a little less wax

Every time, a little less of you.

And she sang so fervently.
With such finesse, I forgot my favorite song.
So she repeated it.

And I'll say it again, if I were to love you,
It would mean the end of me.

So I decided to listen.

Shoot the man, grieving over his own grave.
Bury his heart far away so he'll never feel warm again.

Mask the scent with her sweaters and perfume that he loved so much.
She'll come back, like she promised so many years ago.

And their tears will build a forest.
His heart, a mountain.
Her promises, lost in the wind.