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 a lonely love,
I will surely ache on.







