My tongue could not speak the words you so carelessly threw,
Dragged through the pain I so recklessly knew,.
My internal warmth once so tangible to your touch,
Had subsided and withered,
Almost as much.

But I'm wearied by the silence, the echoes, tonight,
And I wish you could look at me and still see my light.
The glow from within that burned in your name,
That sensual fire, 
Now a tranparent flame.

And how many nights I had dreamed of this moon,
If only I had been aware it would burn out this soon,
Maybe I could have caught you before you let go,
And not have to assume things I already know.

I had promised myself to never look back,
For speculating the past could have thrown me off track.
But my flame has an epilogue, 
So sorrowed and sad,
describing the heat it so lustfully had.

I guess one could call it "unrequited love",
A love I held onto through hell's push and shove.
But it made me grow weaker,
Not feeling your hand,
Assured it was a touch you could never understand...