Separately
I held you near
And I stored you
Like a cigarette behind my ear
I wanted you
All to myself
Unassisted
Like a hand that offers no help
And the fire’s gone
With the croakin’ of the timber
The sounds of a stranger
Reproach disintegrating cinders
For some warmth
For some light
I’m alone
In the blackness of its light
In the dark glow
Still some citrus embers
Dying in the night
The isolation
Is like a black crow high in the trees
Its stony calls
To the anger in the breeze blowin’
Now the fire’s gone
With the croakin’ of timber
The sounds of a stranger
Approach disintegratin’ cinders
For some warmth
For some life
I’m alone
In the blackness of your light
In the dark glow
The citrus embers
Are dying in the night
Kissed your face in shadow of the fire
Warmed your cold hands near the fire on that night
I’m alone
I’m alone
Dying in the night
And the fire’s gone
With the croaking of the timber
The breath of a stranger
Blows to captivate reminders
Into light
Intro warmth
I’m alone in the blackness of night
But in your glow
There’s still some citrus embers
Dying forth in the night
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