A delicate flower or blade

A force beyond my wake

I long to touch

To feel your embrace

Not too far

Not so near to me

But there you are

Keeping the flame

I run to the shadows

In the dark, we see

Against the will

We come to kill

The stains of blood

Already lingering

Across the hall where

You’re not too far away

Come see the scent

You bring to me

Does it hold dear

Or was I seeing things

Or feeling things

I must not.

Or thinking possibilities

Of the lost.

But there you are

In front of me

The very art

I long to be

To be one, forever ceased

The feeling, The longing

Forever missed

By us.