The Glow
I somehow miss that awful glow;
The one once felt from far below
That started as a single hum,
So strangely sweet and low.
The one that came with your hello
To shatter all the things I know
Of life, love, and happiness;
The things that bind us so.
The one that came both fast and slow
And covered me from head to toe
In a welcomed scorching cold
That would not let me go.
Oh how I miss that glow…
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