Disruptive Art Part 2: Where Light Refused to Stay

Your love is my loss— a candle burning through my hands, wax flooding every vein with memory.

You spoke in warmth, but I was made of frost, and every touch became a wound of thaw.

Now your voice lingers like a sun behind smoke, and I am the ash that still remembers fire.

Every heartbeat is a theft what once was ours, now only yours to haunt.