It still burns.

An ember to remember

when beauty touched my world,

it’s all I have left of you,

but for pictures I caress.

Yet, it still burns.

An ember to remember

how you looked at me

and I felt the heat

build up a hunger inside,

as if you could read my mind.

And still it burns.

Even as I’m drowning,

spitting water as foam

engulfed in a bubble of darknight…

Even then, it glows.

You are an ember to remember,

in me burning with a glittering

that will shine for all time.