This poem hits you like it was written to.
There could have been a moment in the sun when you would yearn for shade. Or, once, when fires blazing burnt your face (upon my eyes) rough heat against your soft- ening scent. Like meteors burn their paths upon forbidding night and blaze a scar upon my eyes that only fades as I, forgetting, wake unto a new day’s memories. Leave yours in my sleep.