Her weeping ambers;
like starfall from the heavens,
they came unto me.

From men unworthy,
her stride reduced to crawling,
searching for answers.

She found them in me.
Though uncertain as I am,
I was sure of her.

A fox and a bear;
an unlikely pair, we were,
so we became one.

Of sound heart and mind,
our souls melded together,
ordained by the gods.

When bereft of her,
I become a lost shadow,
shying from the light.

When I feel her near,
the darkness inside me fades,
like a beacon of hope.

I am bound to her.
Like a steel blade to its hilt,
we were forged in fire.

And in fire, it ends.
Destiny unwound like coils,
fractured and broken.

Hope and faith were lost.
A lifetime sundered by ghosts;
the ghost of my love.

My eyes witness her,
only in periphery,
never truly there.

The love of my life,
reduced to ashes again.
A shadow, once more.

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— © think twice