The stillness,

After the pouring.

Fire feeling less,

Than the pain storing.

The empty thoughts,

After the phantom pain.

And in these courts,

I try to keep sane.

The glass is only beautiful,

When it’s broken.

Our single token,

And we are finally full.

Silence was a priceless gift,

That we chose to burn.

And finally in turn,

Sowed this aching rift.

…

I love you baby 🖤