Melt
I still feel a phantom caress,
a gnawing silent emptiness,
too strong to deny or even tame,
a nagging unquenchable flame.
It still burns but, it heats much less,
No ashes fall, mocking passionless.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2013
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