have you seen me lately?
looking for you –
following you.
have you felt the presence
of my hands –
as a breeze blew past.
perhaps felt the caress of my soul
on your face,
in your heart?
longingly – you stare,
yet ever so – placid.
your soul cries out to me,
as you stuff silence down your throat,
and the flame – dies!
standing too close to the edge 