love like a burning
so bright-hot
it's almost cold
pain like a hot iron
loss leaves me
breathless with sorrow
something vital
is catching,
some space,
fractured and rasping
sticking
like the words
glued to my throat
all I can do is watch
while you, my pheonix
rise in flight
ready for far-flung (even far-fetched?)
shining like a thousand
points of light
not gaudy like glitter
or cold as gold
but grand and brave
mystical and wise
you are the stars to me
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