I remain the wound

I am a wound-
A smoldering ache,
Where you once lit a spark-

Fire permating,
Among the naked shadows,

Within my heart.

You glance-
Like flames from afar,
Afraid to touch the scar,
The memory-
Burnt and frayed,
Yet vivid - here we are.

In quiet rooms,
Your silence swells -
A breeze from the past,
And I -
A specter in the hall,
A burn you can’t outlast.

Each smile averted,
A thought suppressed-
I’m but a scorching pain,
Yet in this space-
You remain the flame,

And I remain the wound.