Ashes, Dust and Lust - A collection of Prose

Twin Flames

I still have the picture I took
When I sat in front of you
Coffee cup in the middle of the table
Surrounded by noise and chatter
You and me.
Once again.
I love the way you look at me
With those dark eyes that can see through my soul
There is no one like you
There never has been
And I look for you in every person I meet
But, they will never compare
You are my twin flame
Our fire roars wild and bright
With just one look, we melt away all these years
It is inevitable
You and me.
Once again.

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02142017