I feel the chilled fingers of cold caress my cheek, lying here on my bed.
I’m staring at the warm orange ambience of the street light casting soft illusions of foxes onto the snowy earth.
The strings of the guitar in my hand are humming some distant, nostalgic chord, but I haven’t yet strummed them.
I’m hearing your music again.
I wish I could ignite these dormant embers into the flames they should be.
I can hear your beating heart, though you’re nowhere near me.
Your fire shines through your eyes!
But whenever I come too close
I end up melting.
Now, the only warmth I have is the memory of your fire,
And the heat of the sun shining on my skin.
Now even the moon shines through the heavy lens of cloud cover
And I wish I could have you in my arms, here, sharing your warmth, sharing your heart
Because all I want is to feel the embers of your soul.