A burden shared between us
as we have been bound together
amid seasons.
Sun spots fade and sift through
the simmer of summer.
The truth is ,
the fire between us had scared me.
Our skin glowing with heat,
soft and burning.
Now, without you
the flames have died
their last gold.
I embrace the chill of winter,
all the while, shivering
longing for the sun.

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