Burning,
the clock is turning.
The flame,
will never go out.

Holding,
unto your word,
hoping,
that word is enough.

The light go out but the flame burns on.
I hope this night won't last long.

Waiting,
for something tainted.
Choking,
with all the smoke.

The night goes on and the flame dims.
Your word is now irrelevant.

I choke on our love, the last of it,
inhale, exhale, cherish it.