"I really don't mind the rain. Its 2:00 am, and i'm basking in candlelight. Eyes dancing from each shadow the streetlight casts--one to the next. Chilled to the bone, eyes burning from the exhaust exiting my lungs--charcoal whispers dancing in the air, grasping for life, yet falling and slowly fading. An existence so brief, a lifetime of seconds. But the fire, ablaze and burning in my chest cavity--smoldering and resonating within my eyes--it does not cease. And, perhaps, it never will.

The mind wanders. I close my eyes for a moment and suddenly there you are. If only I could feel you again, if only your frame wouldn't disappear in the morning. If only I could still smell your scent on my pillow. But the record stops as soon as it reaches the last track. Last dance, last call for all forlorn lovers before the morning breaches the night."

Eyes open.