I refuse to be cliché
and say
that you light up my world
when I could say,
that you ignite the flame
that burns though my soul.

You're the one,
that makes me whole.
But now your absence
has formed dust storms from the ashes
and they swirl around in my chest
while the oxygen from my lungs
lights the embers back into a blaze.

a burn victim always has scars.