Burning splinters...


Lit by the fire beside the sofa
the splinters dancing in the horizon afar
they glitter once and disappear
just like how you left me for a tear

They dance eerily as to mock me
but the pain inside they’ll never see
I thank them for warming the air
cz I’ve lost your warmth in time’s stare

It’s all empty between my arms
that will never be filled by anyone else’s charms
the warm air circles the  space
the only comfort to fill this lonely embrace

Sometimes if wishes come true
rather than waiting here for you
I’d want to burn in this fire that’s kindled
and my ashes scattered in a strong east wind

  

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