Enraptured by the passion that you saw in my eyes

I think you miscalculated what was hidden behind them.

You fell so quickly, and yet you shied away as well.

Now I feel as if you’ve been submerged in your own inner hell.

You loved me like I hoped for, and I kept my promise true.

Yet now in the midst of loneliness it seems you’ve started to come unglued.

If I disappeared in a moment’s notice, and our flame of love was gone

would you miss the scent of my skin?

Would you wish that I weren’t gone?

Would you remember the smile I gave you?

Or wish to keep me close at hand?

Or would the past flicker of your heart

come to claim you in what you wished you would have had?