I still haven't been able to compose a short story, because thinking on this subject is too painful. Though I have enough vitality to write poetry. "Burn" In the cold midnight shine, The fire warms the moment, Of being together. Does it warm your heart? Or does it burn my own? Alone, across the flames, you rested. You smiled as I approached, So graceful and ecstatic. I smiled back, Concealing the painful truth. It inflicted a wound, Like every other moment, But I didn’t mind. Your presence mends, And it sustained my injured soul. Just for a moment, I gazed, Across the crackling flames, Into your eyes, that stared into mine. Warming to know that you did too, Though scorching to my silent heart. Thanks for reading, I truly appreciate it.