Coal

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It's almost 3AM,
there’s a breeze slipping under the door.
The room is filled with darkness,
and I don’t know why I thought of us again,

but I did.

Memories crawl in and I’m wrapped in sheets —
like they’re your arms, sinking deeper.
Your love still lingers on me like scent,
like heat that won’t leave the skin.
I thought it ended.

I told myself it ended...
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But no —
you still haunt me, my lover.
With how we were used to be,
how you say my name;

my lovely

my beautiful baby.

I miss you...
God, I miss you —

your touch,
your warmth.

The way it fed
every part of me —

my heart,
my flesh,
my soul.


But you set it all on fire,
left me in the burn.
And now, our love is just a coal.
Something cold, black, and small.
But still there...

And like ashes blown into the night,

I still remember the day you walked away,
my love...
I stood there,
and I knew I had to leave too.
But I haven't.

Not really,
not yet...

Only God —
only God will let me.

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