The Doubt Point

I heard the tremor
In your heartbeat
I tasted ash
Through my phone
And between words
Silence howled,
Alone, alone, alone
 
The air became our
Oppressor
The sun snuffed out
Its light
 
All I could do
Was hold you
And pretend it was
Meant to be night
 
And now, before the fire
Lands and the music ends
May we sway
to the final dance?
 
As the flames
Descend
Will you grip my hand
And let the chaos mend?
 
Every boiling tear
That escapes
My burning
Lashes
Preserves warm memories
to be buried under
Our dust

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