
YOU CHOSE COLD, I CHOSE CLOSURE ~BY KERRY OKEYO
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
In a quiet corner of the world,
A boy with dreams, like wings unfurled,
His heart was light, his spirit bright,
Till words cast shadows on his night.
I’m just breathing in oxygen,
Why’s it got to be so hard?
All this air, trapped in my chest,
Like a noose tightening in the dark.
Fading memories slowly linger,
Like mist on a rainy vesper.
On the coldest nights of solitude,
I think of your irresistible pulchritude.