sitting close to a bonfire,
the icy winds blew by.
the smell of burning wood,
giving me warmth i never felt.

you have no clue,
how everything reminds me of you.
the bonfire doesn't give me warmth,
like you used to.

your hands held tightly in mine.
i remember quite well,
our fingers brushing as we laughed.
chuckling at silly things we used to tell,
i held you close, you smiled.
talking about our day,
cursing at shit together.

those happy times,
commited innocent crimes.
most beautiful memories,
felt like enchanting sceneries.

now, i'm left all alone.
freezing in cold,
with no one to hold.
sitting by a bonfire.
with the memories of us.

some warm,
some cold.
— luce.

first of all, happy new year, people.

second of all, enjoy reading this piece. i decided to go with the random rhyming instead of a proper one for a reason. this piece portrays the loss of a lover. it also portrays the loss of a loved one, like not romantic aswell.