/ when you danced, again /

you sought me through even my own demise
yet here i sit, lonely and pale
with scents of the past about the air
and i, see you through an awkward glance
that only i know, and hope for a forever...
lost, in a fathomless instant

the tragic flaw of a hero, of his own acclaim
and the same abides with every breath
of what was to be you...and i, could almost 
kiss the forever that burns through me
traces left by the cosmic goddess herself

yet, elsewhere lies the remedy
of what is to be my growing void
once graced by the silver flames of your passion
for you and i, am waiting aimlessly, 
sitting stagnantly hopeless in my now

where do you stand when you feel
a thread of life's fabric being pulled
toward an unknown end, and this now
rolling in its own timelessness
that was once for you, and i still
hear music from the words you never say