When your tears fell on that fire
Sizzling their last cry
It was a bitter sunrise
That I swallowed to gain some sort of balance
Too full now
Unable to tilt one way or the other
In the in between
I follow
Haunted by the taste of your smile's memory
My fingertips curve softly around pieces of paper
With your eyes gazing back
I would rather I could visit a grave
Then carry you around encased in stone
Those wishes of yours...leave me cold
Marble holds my warmth but not like flowers would
At least then I could feel you in their blossoms