Did you see it, just there, my name dancing on the breeze? It whispered in the pines, wandered in the stars, and brushed your upturned brow. It was subtle and gentle, like the wing of a moth in the darkness.
It was not an invitation, no Siren’s song to lure you onward, just a reminder. A warning if you will, about the dangers of playing with fire. I learned my lesson well, dipping my hands into cool soothing waters for a drink, no more do I bask in the heat of your gaze. The flames of your words cauterised the wounds you yourself inflicted, and they are healing quite well.
Sometimes I am still tempted to bite, even knowing the hook lurks jus beneath the surface… Each time I catch myself right before I fall… I have been to the bottom of that cliff, and I know there is nobody there to catch me.
So I sing in the trees at midnight when the moon is full, and sometimes it reaches you in your empty bed. Drifts around the room like a ghost from the past, just outside of your hearing, but close enough to make you sigh.
And that is where I will remain.