(Written July 22, 2007, at age 20.)
That solitary star in the sky
Watches me like your weary eye.
My lonely flesh burns and blushes;
The forbidden blood rises and rushes.
Stunned at the power your memory holds,
Morphing within its myriad folds,
I feel alive in the surging pain,
More alive than I ever will again.
The dark shadows of looming clouds
Swallow me whole, leaving no doubt:
That without you I am void of soul,
I am naught but vacuous whole.