There’s a sense of cold, echoing through my bones. I’m peering through the dark, but your light is nowhere to be seen.
I cling to every memory; the ones no one–no misguided interloper–could ever pull away from me. And yet, if it meant feeling your touch again for even a second, perhaps it would be worth it?
I used to fear I’d never escape your orbit. But here I am, spinning idly in the dark.
Echoed Refrains 