In her own way she said nothing
but I heard volumes each night
as I head tried to find comfort
on pillows without a fight.
Quickly my own faults remind me
she said so much when waking
keeping my heart comfortably
in a place chosen to be home
near her own.
I miss how her beauty
could conjure up my days
how my smiles are now absent
as whispers of love decay.
Ignited 
burn baby burn