i don't know how to replicate how warm you were.
i can sit close to the fire and hope for a second of you,
but it's too much.
you were never too much.
i could light a million candles near you,
but i can't hold the feeling.
your flickering.
i'm faltering.
flames can imitate you.
that warmth,
like liquid autumn, hot cider, heat.
it's already winter without you.
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