The voiceless tranquility of our flame,
our souls searing with passion still,
yearning an isolation as silent as our emotions.
This flameless romance, this desert –
windswept of all fertility,
populous with negativity.
A fondness for solitude now,
I withdraw from her as I say,
“where I’m going, you cannot follow.”
This longing affection for loneliness,
this abandonment of love,
I will surely ache on.








Powerfully penned, Daniel. Can feel the longing in your words my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I felt this as well. It lingers.
Well done, Daniel🌺