What has become of the look in your eye? I miss your stare, your cool gaze. The old flame has burnt out, replaced by a new ash that settles over my wretched mass of dry bones. I might search for a flicker of light, some spark of warmth amid the wealth of empty stares I reap tonight. My helmet of steel holds a grip o’er my skull, and your face is all I can see.
What’s more, you still glow. Your lights shines in my mind. If it weren’t for the sun I might certainly go blind. You broke me in with disclosure, your heart was off limits. All I want now is closure, though your voice will not give it…
3 months ago