Inside

You can hardly feel 'us' with you.
I escape into the memory when I was me
and more yours than I am now,or ever will be.
The fire burns, still. Barely alive. Inextinguishable.

p.s: 
1. In response to 'Inside' http://player.vimeo.com/video/32032910
["I can hardly see myself alone.
you creep into centres unforseen
and i drowned all your depths 
they burn through my fire"] 


2.Shared with 

Poetry Picnic Week 13 at The Gooseberry Garden