Go. No, don't.

Perhaps,

It’s not my darkness that I fear –
But it’s lightness with you near.
Perhaps it’s not fleeting like moments past -
that takes me back,
before a shadow made rest on my tired heart.

I feel a tremor at the seat of your soul –
It descends miles into my woozy mind.
Yet all I can feel is our restrictions set free.

So I move past the feeling at the tip of my tongue,
to a place I daren’t go yesterday.
For I fear, even at the depth of my uninhibited heart -
It might be taking me back to the lighter start,
but the wind of my Cupids bow hums:
“Too little, too late”

I still think of your fire. I feel it fueling in the cracks of your shaken crust.
And all I want to say to you is this:

Don’t stop now.