Pathos

You are

a pale-yellow

in infinite distance;

you are the moon,

a nub

of my soul,

chiseled away.

And I

am the sun, destined

to forever burn for you –

faraway –

so you can glow

(and sometimes melt

almost like a candle)

in solitude.

 

It’s a pity

we would never be

together.

 

-Cavaliere

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