izze-bee

The embers have gone cold No more the flame burns, bright, blue and bold Ashen grey and solitary they rest The flame that was you, no longer lit in my chest And in my mind your voice haunts me Your ghost is ever present Your visage in everything I see As I line the casket that was once a dream The dream of us together, pulled apart at the seams I push the final nail through And with a curse say goodbye To the thought of together To the hope of you and I.