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I fucked another woman tonight.



Why? Because she was not you.

I pretended, for a moment

And then was caught up in

The warmth of a lesser flame

That still burned hot enough



Sort of.



It is only in retrospect

That a torch seems hotter than a candle

When you hold your hand close enough.



Though I will not lie,

I've not felt your true heat

And the burn marks persist,

Nonetheless.



A man either lives

Or dies

By fire.



The jury is still out

On which one

You made me do.