Even within a flickering flame I can see the left over shadows of you dancing. Maybe it wouldn’t burn so much if the colour of fire when it moves wasn’t reminiscent of your eyes. And at night when the world is supposed to be one, when all I want is to wake up like we did before with small smiles and lazy laughs that merge into one because we’re more the same than anything else. You’ll be miles away. And I can still smell you in my hair.