She doesn't

She doesn't feel my love anymore, doesn't carry it on her back like the wings that used to pull her across the sky and into my arms, away from anyone and anything that hurt her.

She doesn't feel my love anymore, doesn't miss the pressing of our lips, wanting, wet and hungry with the desire of new lovers intimacy. They crumble, dry to a finger's touch...nothing is more than enough.

She doesn't feel my love anymore, doesn't look into my eyes or let me see through hers, into her soul anymore. The light is gone, left with a small pile of dying embers trying to remember how their flames once could burn love into the coldest heart.

It's dark here now...

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