a burning candle killed,
a funeral by the reflections
of a distinguished metallic gleam
of swords and bayonets.

street-lanterns burned longer,
minute to minute.

death,
a uprising so certain and inevitable,
entrenched every corner of man,
whose ranks were slowly drawing in.

the darkness emerged,
and man appeared to be asleep,
nothing but motionless,
an apparition to remain.

wounded treasure,
night departure.

her profound satisfaction,
his forgotten adoration.

the lovely,
vanished,
careless,
kisses whispered,
reappeared in gloom.

six months spread before her somber eyes,
a love so broken,
absent from him.

she grasped it,
for her feelings could not surpass the human tongue.

the night you left me,
is a walk down memory road,
that includes exasperation,
desperation,
humiliation,
and hospitalization.

the night you slept with her,
is a symbolism of
my disadvantage of letting go,
because my heart remained
deprived of you.

the time i slept with you again,
is a display of my ability
to let my emotions take over my pride.

when i agreed to be yours once more,
it's a sign of my vulnerability,
and how easy it is
for me
to relapse,
and fall back into an unhealthy addiction.

and all the times you left me after the first,
is just an exemplification
of my lack of strength.

Nothing on earth can compare to the sweetness of your lips,
After they have been parted from mine for what seems to be an endless amount of time.
And I can promise you, my love,
You will never need to crave for the taste of mine,
Again.