LOVE, I DIDN'T WANT
TO RETURN;

DID NOT CHOOSE
...TO FEEL,

... ONCE MORE.

TO BECOME, THE NOTHING
FILLING THE NIGHT-AIR.

TO BE,
PERPETUAL,

THE DARKNESS;
A DANCING SHADOW

TO BE..., PARTNER
OF A CANDLE'S FLAME;

MERE SMOKE, RAISING,
... OF A LINE'S WICK.

RESIDUE EMPTINESS
TEARS, ... OF MELTING WAX;

DRIPPINGS
BEYOND THE COOL...

CRACKLED GLASS.

REFLECTIVE ECHOS;
AN OLD HEART'S DESIRE.

TONES OF SILENCE MAKING
DEEP THE VASTNESS;

WHICH ONCE,
CRADLED ME

SAFE.

WHAT BURNS
FLICKERS;

A **** ENDS
WHERE...

I AM.

LOVE.
🖤