The last time I held your hand,
Seems now an Eternity.
Your firm, yet gentle grip,
Reminds me of your love for me.

The last time I fell into your embrace,
Is how I lost myself.
The only sound I heard was the pounding of your heart.
And the only thing I felt was the warmth of your body.

The last time I saw your gaze on me,
Is when I couldn't look away.
Mesmerized, I became,
And the whole world never looked the same.

Moments like these,
Is what I will always miss.
Darling, don't sigh..
Darling, please don't cry.

Just close your eyes and kiss me,
And just hold me one more time.

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Standing in the darkness,
In a single candle lit room.
Flashbacks resume their nightly ritual,
Forming an increasing whirlpool around my shriveled and pale body.
Too cold to feel the coldness,
Too numb to see that life hovers like a clearing mist above my head.
The flame of that single candle twists its golden head, and nods in my direction,
Lighting aflame the consuming whirlpool of memories and pain.
Suddenly, the whole room is coming alive.
The power of memories, relived.
The surge of emotions, like a million crescent daggar,
Shredding to pieces what was left of me.
What was once a lonely candle has turned into a raging fire.
I dont want to run.
I dont want to hide.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
I know my body is falling into pieces around me.
I know that soon, I would become the Nothingness that has always tried so hard to claim me.
The warmth from the flames feel so good.
Soon, after all of me is claimed,
I can have myself again.
Underneath that golden cast,
I smile at my reflection.
I see myself.
Beautiful again.
The hollowness is gone,
The melody of my laughter resumes its vibrant notes.
Warmth is good.
Life is beginning,
And I am new again.