the last words said were the slowest

and the more your smile echoes

the more your hands leave my touch

the more my eyes burn

with every sweet caress



and i swear...



if i ever learn

to re-create that single day in my head

that will be the day

i'll find a way to carve my way

out of you

or at least carve you out of my heart



this burning and our temple,

i'll never understand

decisions made too simple

break me in to sand.