....

i found our old photos
in the room we burned down,
it brought me back to
the first time you held my hands..
the first time i found myself.

15 years on
through the soot
i still see pieces of us
through the rubble,
i can still make out fragments of your face.

it is the ghost that leans so heavily
my heart caves in
it is your flame that still burns my skin.

so yes,
the new room i have is soiled.
yes, your still are my saviour.
and no.
just no.
i will not.

i shall wait like i always will
and in my skin i shall burn
until the insignia on the ring becomes dead even
i shall burn 'til i hold your hands in heaven.