You embraced my cold, rigid heart. My inevitable future of disarray. Stole my glimpse mid air and held on tight. A feeling so fleeting. Feeling your warmth amongst my cold skin, forcing me to let you in. Trying to fix a hole that couldn’t be plugged, the sun doesn’t always stay. I want to love you but there isn’t any room. You loved me so fiercely that I burned; now you’ll only be left with ashes. My heart in your hand as you fade away to just memories. You loved me whole and I loved you with all my soul. With my whole soul, but not enough to fill the hole. Left with the ash upon your feet, how does one flee?