the first time you held me
it was like a house burning
in the night.
and for the first time
the world around me
-illuminated only by fire
seemed black, immense
frightening.
the moon a pale seed
buried in the earth
with no more light, no more substance
than ghosts, than memory.
being with you meant
understanding being without you.
being without you was unbearable,
cold, immense
black
- a pain illuminated only by fire.
my heart was lost in it
as cool, as distant
as a nameless star.
nothing you could say
could call me back.
nothing could
convince me otherwise.
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