I know it will pass by soon enough.
A part of me leaves with you now,
an illumination that even my love
will never quite know the fleeing of,
some glows never get to return.
Even when ravaged by a familiar continual fury,
your voice knew exactly what softness I needed,
it once pained me to not understand this,
how a stranger could touch and soothe
where lips and warm skin cannot.
A part of me leaves with you now,
a voice I cannot yet forgive for fleeing.
I know it will pass by soon enough.
But something about you will always linger.
