| As I think of you, |
| a single solitary plume of smoke creeps up inside. |
| I can't stop pacing. |
| The embers are burning again; |
| and the fires are rekindled once more. |
| I'm worried about you. |
| It's fueling the fires of my soul- |
| The pitiable misery falters beneath such flames; |
| and the acharnement that is me has returned. |
| I am coming. |
| I love you. |