Deliverance - Freeform
And still, I held you,
Without knowing if that warmth around me,
Was you,
Or the phantom feeling of the last one who said:
“I love you.”
Fire came from the sky, then,
So I held you.
I held you because fire burns strings and bridges,
And letters of love and memories of you.
I held you until your silhouette melted,
And became synonymous with mine.
I held you until your words slurred,
And only mattered when paired with mine.
I held you until your brilliance was an idea,
And I echoed it, saying it was mine.
I held you,
But you are not mine.
The leaves continue to fall.












