I cannot stray from the desire
To love with the intensity of a fire
Therefore I am the one to inevitably suffer
From the burns of my own manifested heat
It was just hitting noon
When I thought about you
Under waves of the afternoon heat
I could picture your stare
How we danced everywhere
How your love always tasted so sweet .
But a cloud met the sun
And nostalgia won
As I stood in the shade all alone
Thinking “how could it be?”
Thought it’d always be me
To tell others that you were my home
“I can feel the heat of your heart,”
he said as he touched me with icy fingers.
I wonder though, was he melting?
Or was I just left to freeze over?