Looking back at those fleeting flames,
We were upon a second of lust.
I recall your warmth entangled with my whisp of reality,
Praying we could make it real.

And yet it's past, long past any memory of substance.
Though seconds of lust still trip me up,
Roadblock in my distorted memory.
The memory of your pure heart,
I believed was in my grasp.

Love you, love you still, my second of glorious love.
Hope you are still around,
in case I see you for a reminder of my heart's true content.

You're my second of lust,
The one who’s hidden away from my close reach.
Longing that you are always ok, hearing my breaths still sigh through the reaches of times to come.
Love you, miss you, my dark heart lover.