Early you leave, to another’s arms,
and early I miss your first flames,
that warmth of once, of time before,
when I was still new, and unfamiliar
still to be discovered, to be known,
and you’d come early into my flames,
and I’d take you in, to my warmth,
here on a bed never defiled by I,
even though defiled, you return to it,
do you even remember I of old?
I of your youth, of your energy,
I of your first kiss, your first?
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