Darling.

Something felt day after day.
Night after night
It sinks beneath a lonely pale half moon.
Words: bitterness, and dismay.
Plea: save me.

Nah.

Deaf ears.
Blind audience.

You won't swoon.
You won't sing
You won't sigh
You won't call my name

Doesn't matter that
A specter remains
the taste lingers
light flickers
flesh tickles
presence looms
smile beams
cute awkwardness hobbles

They ravaged the senses
into some furious ecstasy
and sealed the darkness away
and locked out the gloom.

Things won't be the same
You'll leave
You won't stay

You'll gradually light up
a bright hollow inky sky
and swallow everything up
whole until there isn't a goddamn thing here
or there
or anywhere

High and dry
Add imagery of water over fire
How you've failed.